"There you have it, Flowerfeather. Two healthy she-cats," said Willowfly.
     "Starclan bless them!" The brown queen lay as her two newborn kits suckled at her belly. They squirmed as she talked.
     "Flowerfeather,they're beautiful! What are their names?" Asked her mate, Leaffall.           
     "The pale brown one is Cedarkit, for the trees that house the birds we eat. And the dark brown one is Skykit, for the sky where Silverpelt lays."

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Later That Night
"I can't wait to kit," sighed Dandelionpelt, another nursery queen. "Everyday, I feel fatter and fatter carrying these kits!"
     "At least Willowfly said there is only half a moon until your kitting," responded Feathermist. She had kitted three moons ago.           
     "Feels like a season!" Shouted the golden queen.
     Flowerfeather yawned. "Looks like I must go to sleep now. Goodnight Dandelionpelt. Goodnight Feathermist." The two other queens responded.
     Flowerfeather closed her eyes and fell asleep. Suddenly she woke up to a choking blackness. The queen felt thick brambles against her flank.
Then she heard a voice, multiple voices in unison: "Only when the night sky and the storm reunite, four cats of another will be saved to save the lake."
Flowerfeather winced as she saw a bright flash of gold and a familiar face. Dandelionpelt was staring at her.