On this day, I read the sample of Into the Wild online for the first time. (see external link)

The story begins in Into the Wild, just before Frostfur's kits were stolen.

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I could feel a rough tongue rasping over my pelt. I could hear soft meows in the distance. I can hear?

Something long and soft pushed me towards a warm area. Is this my mother's belly? I thought. I instinctivly latched onto something and sucked in her warm milk. Soft, loving voices soothed my thoughts.

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(Whitestorm's POV)

Brindleface has kitted. We now have three lovely kits. One of my kits is a tom, with soft, fluffly dark gray fur. I want to name him Fuzzkit, like Fuzzypelt, who lived as a great warrior when I was still young. My oldest is also a tom, and I would like to name him Ashkit. My youngest is a black kit, with white streaks of fur raining down her pelt. I would like to give all of them names, but Brindleface has insisted upon waiting until they open their eyes to be named.

I have a feeling something great will happen to these kits. I know that every parent says this, but I feel it deep inside me. Something dark, something, great, and even challenging.

Does every father feel this way? Surely my father, the great and ambitious Thistleclaw, wouldn't have felt like this?

I suffered much in my life. I've lost my parents. My mother, sweet and kind Snowfur, Bluestar's sister. Bluestar. Bluestar lost her kits. I don't know how I would live if I lost mine.

I love my kits. Kits are the most precious, greatest gifts from StarClan. They may seem small, useless, nerve-wracking, or even sickening. But kits will soon grow into warriors, changing themselves, changing there thoughts and actions, learning to survive and care for themselves. Soon, kits will not need their parents. Some of them forget their parents ever gave birth to them. I would never forget my kits. And I hope, in return, they will remember me.

Sleep well my kits. May you never have to worry about carrying the burden of the clan just yet. May you have peace and fun, without a care in the world while you still can. And I promise, I'll always be right here beside you, as your father. And I always will be.

For I fear that my kits will be put to the test.