Wolfheart yawned as four tiny bundles of fur curled up in the arch of her belly. Her kits had been born three moonrises before, and they were coming along nicely, though they didn't have names yet.

Shadowheart squeezed through the entrance to the nursery like he did every morning, coming to check on her and the kits.

"Don't you think we ought to name them?" Asked Wolfheart. "Yeah." He whispered. "You name the first."

Wolfheart scanned each kit, trying to find an easy one to name. Her eyes landed on a small she-cat, redish-orange with a white tail and muzzle.

"Foxkit." She whispered, pointing with her tail to the small newly-named kit. Shadowheart nodded, showing his agreement. "Shall I name the next?" He asked.  Wolfheart nodded softly.

It didn't take him long until his eyes fell upon a small black tom that looked exactly like himself. He had probably had his eye on him for a while. "How about Shadowkit?" He asked. "Since he looks so much like me..."

"Alright." Chuckled Wolfheart as Hazelheart tiptoed into the nursery. "Naming kits?" She asked. "Yep." Whispered Shadowheart. "Would you like to name one?" Asked Wolfheart. "We already have Foxkit and Shadowkit covered." She pointed with her tail the the kits.

"Alright!" Whispered Hazelheart excitedly. She looked down upon a small, bony, light brown tom. His muzzle made his face look almost as if it were dented on one side, the way that it was curved.

"Why not...Creasedkit?" She asked, checking on their aproval. Wolfheart and Shadowheart gave each other a look, then nodded.

Sourstorm and Darkpaw came into the nursery. Though their colors were completely camoflauged since it was so dark in the den, their scent and shape stood out, espeacially Sourstorm's blind eyes.

"We heard about the kits." She explained. "We figured we'd come and see them."

"No problem." Purred Wolfheart. Shadowheart bet down and whispered in her ear. "Why not see if they'd like to try and agree on a name for the last kit?" He asked. "Good idea." Nodded Wolfheart.

"Why don't you two try and name the kit?" Asked Wolfheart, as Hazelheart slid through the entrance of the nursery. She must have heard Soundstep calling her for the Dawn Patrol.

Sourstorm and Darkpaw looked at each other excitedly, and examined the last kit. She was a tiny, black kit with a brown tail and white feet and muzzle.

They whispered a bit, probably trying to agree on a name, and they finally nodded an agreement. "Nightkit." Announced Darkpaw. "Okay." Purred Wolfheart. "That'll do."

The two young cats nodded and walked out of the nursery.

"I hope I get out of this place soon." Grunted Wolfheart. "I'm starting to get clostrofobic."

Shadowheart laughed a bit. "No worries. Just about five more moons."

Wolfheart groaned even louder. "You know, I haven't seen Bluewater in a while..." Shadowheart changed the subject. "She did go missing a while ago, didn't she?"

"Yes, but they found her. She had been put into a twoleg nest until one of the Dusk Patrols saved her." Pointed out Wolfheart. Shadowheart thought for a moment, then pricked his ears. "I rememebr now. They've moved her to the elders den." He meowed. "Ah." Purred Wolfheart. "Is Ripplepool the new medicine cat?" She asked. "Yes." Purred Shadowheart. "She is."

Right about that time Firestar poked his head into the nursery. "Shadowheart, will you lead a hunting patrol?" He asked in a whisper. "Yes, sir." He got off of his paws and flicked a farewell with his tail to Wolfheart as he padded out of the nursery.

Wolfheart blinked her eyes open, letting the light flow back into her body, revealing Fourtrees.

Grayheart, Redleaf and Russetfur stepped out of the entrances to Fourtrees for ThunderClan, RiverClan and ShadowClan. "Hello." Purred Grayheart. "Have you forgotten your prophecy, Sister?"

"Now, now, let's not rush to that yet." Redleaf poked Grayheart's ribs wih her paw. "Your kits are lovely." Purred Russetfur. Wolfheart chuckled a bit. "Thank you. All of you."

"Now we need to talk about the prophecy." Chuckled Redleaf. "Sister," Grayheart followed in after her. "It seems as if you have abandoned the fact that you have a prophecy to follow."

Wolfheart then remembered the prophecy. "I couldn't have done anything about it right then. I had kits to take care of." Pointed out Wolfheart. "Look, I've already figured out that a new Clan must be coming to the forest, all I have to figure out now is what 'night' means..."

A heartbeat later the image of Fourtrees began to fade, and Wolfheart found herself awake in the ThunderClan nursery. Foxkit was wailing with hunger.

Wolfheart groaned. Wolfheart had now been in the nursery with the kits for an entire moon. They had learned how to squeak words, but not very clearly.

"What is it, Foxkit?" Yawned Wolfheart.

"Shadowkit's biting my tail!" She screamed. Wolfheart turned to the black tom, who, sure enough, had his muzzle gripped tightly on Foxkit's tail.

"Shadowkit, let go of your sister's tail!" Scolded Wolfheart. Shadowkit obeyed and let his grip loose.

Foxkit's screaming had woken up Nightkit, but Creasedkit was already up, sorting the piles of dirty and clean moss into neat little piles.

Wolfheart didn't really get what the young tom was doing, but she let him continue- he seemed to be doing a pretty good job, and he had obviously decided to do it himself.

"Are we going to be able to go outside of the nursery today?" Asked Nightkit, hyped up.

Wolfheart chukled, but before she could say yes, Hazelheart walked into the nursery.

"Hello, Hazelheart!" Purred the four kits. "Are you coming in to visit?" Asked Wolfheart, expecting her to say yes. "Not exactly." She chuckled. "I'll probably be here for a while."

The kits looked a bit confused, but Wolfheart knew exactly what she meant. "Oh, alright." She winked at Hazelheart.

Hazelheart was expecting kits. Though she wasn't about to tell her kits yet. She was afraid that they'd ask, "Where do babies come from?" or something like that.

"Mama," Mewed Nightkit, frustrated, "Are we, or are we not going outside of the nursery today?"

Wolfheart sighed. "Alright, come along." She meowed, as her kits chased after her, Creasedkit falling in last.

They ran out of the entrance, their tiny bodies small enough to go through without their fur touching the sides.

Their tiny and bored eyes brightened up quickly when they first spotted their first glimpse of the camp.

"Wow!" Gasped Shadowkit. The others were speachless.

Emily padded up to them and purred. "Hello. Is this their first time out of the nursery?"

"Yes." Responded Wolfheart. "Only three more moons before they have a mentor. You know, if Firestar would let you, you could very easily mentor one."

Emily's eyes widened. "Really?" She asked, bewildered. "Of course." Chucked Wolfheart. "Quite honestly, I believe you'd do very well with either Creasedkit or Nightkit."

"Emily!" Called some other cat in the distance, probably Echobreeze.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must go." She bounded off, flicking her tail in farewell.

"Mama! Mama, wake up!" Screeched Shadowkit. "We're exactly four moons old today!"

Wolfheart blinked the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. "Yes, yes." She exadurated. "That's wonderful!"

She didn't exactly know what her kits were making such a fit about- it would be atleast two more moons before they could become apprentices.

Wolfheart looked around, only counting three of her four kits. "Where's Creasedkit?" She asked, twitching her ears. "He went to see Ripplepool." Replied Foxkit.

Wolfheart got up from her nest in which she was laying on and shook off the clinging pieces of moss.

"You stay here with Hazelheart. I'll go and get him."

Wolfheart poked her head inside of the medicine cats den, and heard he voices of Ripplepool and Creasedkit somewhere.

"Creasedkit?" She called in. Ripplepool poked her head out of the entrance and smiled. "He's in here with me. No worries. Come in."

Wolfheart went into the dark den carved out of a large boulder and found Creasedkit sorting some herbs for Ripplepool.

Wolfheart chuckled. "He's quite a sorter." She purred. "Quite." Smiled Ripplepool. "You know, he'd make a wonderful medicine cat."

Wolfheart was aware of this. "Maybe you could mentor him." Suggested Wolfheart. Ripplepool shrugged. "Perhaps. We'll have to wait and see."

"Finished!" Called Creasedkit excitedly. "Very good." Chuckled Ripplepool. "All sorted out right and everything." She gave him a small lick of gratitude and pushed him towards his mother. "Run along now. I may have an ill cat come in."

"Hello." Came a voice slipping through the nursery entrance. It was Shadowheart, probably coming to check in on the kits and herself.

He twitched his ears when he saw Hazelheart asleep on a nest, then smiled.

"Is she?" He asked in a whisper. Wolfheart nodded.

Right about then Ravenpaw came into the nursery. "Is she awake?" He asked. Hazelheart twitched her ears and lifted her head. "I am now." She yawned, blinking sleep from her eyes.

Ravenpaw padded over to