Wolfivy's Tale

Prologue
There will be one, different from the others.

She will lead with a pure heart and strong hopes.

She will conquer with justice and honor.

She has a destiny, brighter then the others.

She is destined to be Star.

Chapter 1
"The kits are coming!" The pain-laced yowl could be heard down a small gurgling creek.

"What?" A small black cat raced along the pebbly creekbed, jumping over a fallen tree and into a small hollow in the side of the small brook in the steep slopes that walled the creek in.

"What?" Echoed a tall, heavyset brown tom. The tom started up and followed the black cat into the cave where a white she-cat was breathing heavily on the mossy floor.

"Whiterose, are you alright?" The tom bent over the she-cat. "Ravenecho, what's going on?" The tom whirled to the black cat.

"You heard her. The kits are coming." Muttered the black cat in reply.

"Already? That quick?" The tom asked worriedly.

"Actually, the kits came a little late," Ravenecho told the tom. "Stop worrying, Pineflare."

"Uhhhhh...." Whiterose groaned. "Ones...Coming." She managed.

And, soon enough, a small white lump of fur came out.

"Here, eat these." Ravenecho pushed the herbs he had brought closer to Whiterose.

"Wasn't she supposed to eat herbs before the kitting began?" Pineflare asked anxiously.

"It's better if she does but it doesn't make a significant difference if she eats them now. And besides, it was your fault for distracting me." Ravenecho hurried.

"Mrrrha," Whiterose groaned again.

Another kit popped out, this time brown.

Soon after that, another brown kit came out, this time with a white underbelly.

"Ughhhh...." Whiterose grumbled.

"What are you standing there for? Start licking!" Ravenecho scolded Pineflare impatiently as he lapped one brown kit.

Pineflare obediantly started licking the white kit.

"Hhhhh.." Whiterose grunted. "I think that's all of them....."

Ravenecho pushed forward some more herbs. "Eat these." He ordered.

After Whiterose regained her strength and the kits started to nursing, Pineflare asked, "What should we name them?"

Whiterose thought for a while, sweeping her tail around the kits. "Well the white kit could be Snowkit," She meowed, nudging the white she-cat kit. "You name the next one."

"How about...Wrenkit?" Pineflare affectionately licked the brown tabby tom.

"And the last one should be.....Runningkit," Whiterose decided, licking the brown tabby she-cat with a white chest.

"Marg!" Whiterose cried out suddenly.

"Whiterose! What's happening?" Pineflare asked.

One last gray kit stumbled out.

"What?" Ravenecho looked down, surprised.

"Wolfkit. She will be named Wolfkit." Whiterose meowed, suddenly back to normal.