Not a sound could be heard except for the soft crumple of dried leaves underpaw. A pair of blue, glowing eyes squinted painfully in the dark forest. The cat trudged shakily past the strong scented border to a place shared by the two clans. There, she layed down and readied herself for the pain.
The full moon hung in the eerie night sky as a howl echoed through the woods. A small ball of fur fell to the ground with a small thud. The queen looked at her tiny kit, and lapped at his pure white fur. He was born dead. "Snowkit, rest well in Starclan." The grieving mother breathed, as she put a gentle paw on her dead kit. Then, a shiver passed through her like in a wave of dizziness. The second kit was coming.
The she-cat unsheathed her claws and dug them into the earthy soil. The pain was unbearable. After a few heartbeats, a brown kit was born. It looked just like the