Identity Crisis

Prolouge
Fallowberry was in the nursery on a bitterly cold leafbare night. Her kitting had just begun. A blizzard like this wouldn't be easy to have kits in and keep them alive. The medicine cat was there, helping her through.

"I know it may hurt, but it'll be okay" Sparrowpebble said.

Two kits were born. They were both toms with dark brown tabby pelts. and a white belly. The two brothers opened their eyes at the exact same time. They were the color of the frozen stream that flowed behind the nursery.

"Any name ideas?" Sparrowpebble asked. Fallowberry nodded.

"Blizzardkit is the one with the deeper mew, and Runningkit is the one with the high-pitched mew," Fallowberry said wrapping the newborns with her tail. Then she shuddered with Realization. Would the pitch of their mews be the only way to tell them apart?