Burn The Storm

Prologue
Ravenbranch swept her tail over the four small kits. "They're perfect," she whispered, barely audible.

Greywhisker sighed. "Yes, yes Ravenbranch. We all know you're kits are the best things in all the Clans."

Ravenbranch shot the silver furred medicine cat a glare, and continued stroking each kit with the tip of her tail.