The Cliff's Song:The Saga

Chapter 1

 * Whitewing stood with her mate in the nursery. Three tiny kits meweld in their sleep. Whitewing fell to the ground. The kits edged their way to their food source. One was a light misty gray she-cat, named Driftkit. Her dark brown brother Bearkit slashed at his father's nose, while golden brown tabby Desertkit rolled over. Firestar walked in, and smiled divinly at the kits. "Fine kits, Whitewing. Though I don't know how they got their colorings. And the way they mew, it sonds like the whispeing breeze in the high cliffs of the east..."

"The song of the sand, the mist, the roar, sing through the everlasing breeze of shadow and light..."