DewClan's Grace

Prologue
“Just one more kit, Sunstream! You’re doing fine!” the bracken-coloured tom didn’t look so sure. Sunstream had been ill from a fever, but if she wasn’t going to make it, the misty grey she cat would have told her mate, Bravewing. The medicine cat listened to the rain and wind pounding at the ground outside. To the joy of everyone in the small den, a thin mewling filled the battered nursery, and Bravewing heaved a sigh of relief.

“You know what they say,” mewed Mistheart. “Kits born into a storm like this one are destined to be great.” The golden she cat purred. “Surely you don’t believe that, Mistheart?”

Mistheart’s eyes showed no emotion.

“Goldstar was born into a storm. Look at him now.” The two mates had to agree.

“Shall we name them now?” asked Sunstream. “I’ll name the brown tabby. She can be Treekit!” she purred happily.

Bravewing was flooded with pride, and named the small silver tom Rainkit. Mistheart looked at the third kit. She was a beautiful white, with a chocolate brown ear, paw and tail. Her eyes were already open; a beautiful shade of amber, not unlike liquid gold. She glowed with a faint aura only the old medicine cat could see, and a strange voice murmured in the old cat’s ear.  

''The saving grace of the Clans ''

''Shall hold power beyond imagination ''

''To save or destroy life as you know it. ''

“You are StarClan’s grace to DewClan…” muttered Mistheart.

Sunstream saw Mistheart’s expression.

“Would you like to name her?”

Mistheart dipped her head in gratitude.

“I shall name you Gracekit,” murmured Mistheart. To herself, she added, ''for the grace that I believe you will bring our Clan. ''