Jaystar's Dream/Prologue

The ginger tom stood inside the nursery. On a nest was a white she-cat, at her belly two kits suckled eagerly.

The kits were both toms, one was a dark blue- grey while on was a pale grey. Mousepelt didn't know the colour of their eyes as they hadn't opened them yet, the kits had only been born that day.

The she-cat's mate licked her ears. "The kits are beautiful," he meowed. "Have you thought of names, Windwhisper?"

"No, Clearpelt but I think we should name the big dark one Dewkit," Windwhisper replied.

"I'd like to call the pale one Jaykit," Clearpelt mewed.

"Jaykit and Dewkit, our two beautiful kits," Windwhisper meowed.

"They are more beautiful than the stars," Clearpelt agreed. He looked up at Mousepelt. "Hello brother."

"Hello." Mousepelt padded over to him and touched his nose to his brother's. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," the tabby replied. "I wonder if one will be your apprentice?"

"Maybe." Mousepelt shrugged. "I've got to go to the Moonstream now, see you later."

"Good luck!" A queen named Volefur raised her head. Her belly was round with Birchstripe, the NightClan deputy's kits.

"Thank you." He dipped his head to her. He padded out of the nursery and found himself face to face with their leader, Rowanstar who was coming into the nursery.

"Hello," the grey tom meowed.

"Hi," the medicine cat replied.

"You going to the Moonstream?" Rowanstar asked.

"Yes," he replied. Rowanstar had been the littermate of his great mentor, Bramblepelt. Mousepelt owed her so much, for teaching him the way of the medicine cats she had learned from Willowshade.

"Good luck." The NightClan leader flicked his ears.

After the tom entered the nursery a voice meowed into Mousepelt's ear. The dream of the leader, and the ambition of the warriors, will clash together until the end of NightClan's time in the forest.