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"She's ugly."

The voice jerked me awake, and I soon found a scowling face above me. "Look at those tiny ears. The oversized paws. The-"

"Riversoul, calm down," my mother chided. "It's not that bad."

Her voice was calm, but I could tell that she was angry.

"What do you mean? I-" Riversoul stopped herself for a moment, then cursed under her breath. "What about the other kit?"

"Sometimes I can't believe the great Reedwhisper chose you to be his apprentice," my mother muttered, but quickly turned to the other shape that now lay besides me. "Those beautiful gray fur..."

"Yes," Riversoul interrupted. "I think we should name this one Runningkit."

My mom frowned, but the medicine cat cleared her voice. "Oh, ahem... Running for the great running stream, not for... anything else."

"Good." She switched her attention back to me, and I could feel her amber eyes boring into me. "She's got a white pelt like her father..."

"Yes, yes," Riversoul chided. "Good qualities in a young she-kit. Listen, there's a lot of things to be done and-"

"Can't we stop to name my kit first?" My mother glared. "What is it with you?"

She opened her mouth to argue, but seemed to think better of it. "Fine. What is it?"

My mother's gaze softened. "I don't know... White fur and bright yellow eyes are such a rare combination. What does she look like?"

Something dark flashed in Riversoul's eyes, and she quickly looked away. "I don't know, just something!"

Suddenly, there was a gasp, and my mother bolted up straight. "I know, a salmon! I was going to name her CloudKit or something, but that's a lot more Waterclan!"

There was silence for a moment, and then Riversoul spoke up. "No."

"What do you mean, no?" Her claws glinted in the sunlight. "I have a choice to name my kits whatever I-"

"No, you don't. It's decided by fate!" The medicine cat's eyes were glowing, yet pitch dark at the same time, "and fate decides that you-"

"Can you just leave right now?" My mother said loudly.

Riversoul slumped, as if defeated. "Fine. But just to let you know, there's more to this than your little brain can hold..."

With the, she turned around to face the bramble entrance that marked the edge of the nursery and disappeared out of view.