The Life of a Kit

Prologue

Three cats walked into a sunny clearing. The first, a tom with fur the color of fire, said to the second,"Why are we here, Bluestar?"
The second cat, evidently Bluestar, replied,"You know why, Firestar, to discuss what we have seen." The she-cat, a blue mackerel tabby, said sounding irritated.
The third cat, a pure white tom, interrupted, "Lets not fight, we still have to wait for Yellowfang."
"You're right Whitestorm," Bluestar sighed, "but I hate waiting for such important matters."
"No need to wait," grunted a dirty, ragged, matted, and ungroomed gray she-cat. "I'm here, now let us begin."