Echoes in the Mist

Prolougue
A light brown tabby with a white chest and paws was walking into the woods, the snow crunching beneath her slightly clumsy paws. A dark ginger she-cat with one white paw padded along side her sister.

"It'll be okay Leafpool," The ginger she-cat meowed.

"No, it won't! It won't be okay Squirrelflight!" Leafpool wanted to scream as a sharp pain shot in her stomach.

"Squirrelflight!" She winced as another sharp pain rippled through her body. "Their coming! The kits are coming!"

Three little kits were born; a golden tom, a black she-cat, and a little gray tom.