Stripekit's tale.

Sunlight wafted through the thin strips of moss covering the entrance of the nursery. Sorrowheart had been kitting since dawn, a hard yet rewarding process... to bring new life to the world. A rustle signaled a cat had entered, and she lifted her head. Gazing at the gray cat that stood before her that had a mouse dangling from the jaws, she asked, "Graypelt?" "I'm here," He answered his mate. "I wondered if you wanted a mouse..." "Thank you," Replies Sorrowheart. There was another rustle, and another cat enters. "Well, well... the medicine cat's here."

"Stripekit, wake up already, come on..." Meowed a voice. He shifted to ward it off. He didn't want to be roused now. 'Oh sure, perfect timing,' He wanted to say. He was having a dream, surely there was some message behind it... too bad he never got to finish it. "Eh, who's thar..." He mumbled, still groggy from just waking. "Hawkkit. Wake up, you've been mumbling in your sleep." Still determined to keep his eyes shut, he notices how there wasn't any light shining. Peeking open an eye, he lets out a frustrated meow. "You woke me at midnight!" "Blame yourself for waking me up, I want to sleep, too." "Just get back to sleep."