A half-moon shone its white light onto the various rocks spread throughout the forest far below. A small breeze rustled throughout the trees and leaves, gently swaying the branches and creating a calming noise. Stars shone alongside the half-moon, creating a beautiful peaceful night sky. The clan camp situated in the forest was still, except for the two cats who exchanged their camp guarding duty.

"Thank you, Shadefall," a mass dark brown tabby tom silently thanked a muscular dark gray tom. Shadefall smiled and nodded to the tabby, saying, "Of course. Now go see those kits of yours." He took his seat outside of the camp entrance as the tabby raced inside the camp through the thorn bush tunnel.

The tabby raced across camp to the well-protected nursery. He could hear the faint mewling of kits inside-he knew they were his kits, his beautiful kits!

He slowed his pace as he got closer to the nursery entrance. It was well guarded by ferns and twigs. He cautiously went inside the nursery, careful not to disturb the entrance walls with his mass shoulders and flank. When the tunnel widened out into the nursery den, he saw Cloudpool, a gray she-cat, with her two kits asleep while huddled against their mother, while she was tiredly awake to look at the beautiful white she-cat nursery queen with three newborn kits suckling her for milk. The medicine cat was also close by, with a decent amount of borage leaves for the nursing queen.

"Oh, Whitefeather... they're beautiful!" The tabby tom told his mate as he gazed at his three precious newborn kits. Cloudpool nodded. Whitefeather was staring at the kits with a warm, happy expression on her face. "I love them already, Cliffwind." She looked at Cliffwind, her mate, with warm blue eyes for a moment before they returned to her kits.

The black-furred medicine cat looked at the three kits as she handed Whitefeather some more borage leaves. "What will you name them?" Whitefeather thought for a moment. She looked at the light brown tabby she-cat kit with white markings, the tiniest, then suggested, "Milkkit?" Cliffwind nodded and smiled, happiness still surging through his fur.

Whitefeather looked at the pale gray she-cat kit, the largest of the three and said after a moment's thought, "Mintkit." Cliffwind agreed to the name. "You can name the tom," Whitefeather told him.

Cliffwind took a step forward to get closer to his tom kit. He was a brown tom-like him-but had white spots across his pelt. He thought for a moment then decided, "Owlkit." He looked his mate in the eye and she nodded. "They are good names," Cloudpool drowsily spoke. She yawned and rested her head by her two kits, and fell back asleep, unable to stay awake any longer.

The medicine cat looked at each of the kits. She looked at Owlkit for a longer moment, and then her amber eyes flashed wide open as she took a step back. Her jaws parted as if to speak, but no words emerged. She stayed like that for a moment before Whitefeather noticed and asked, "Nightleaf, what is it?"

Nightleaf shook her head and stared at Owlkit in shock. "I-its a prophecy about him. He will be a burden to this clan and ultimately lead it into doom..." Whitefeather and Cliffwind suddenly shared her shocked expression. Whitefeather calmed down quickly and started to lick her son's head, stating, "We will love him all the same." Cliffwind calmed down and nodded. "Whatever may happen to OceanClan and Owlkit, he will still be our son that we live with all our hearts."

Cliffwind looked at his kit for another moment. Was Owlkit really a burden to his clan that would be brought to its doom with Owlkit in it?