Kits tumbled and climbed each other playfully as Whitefoot waited for her kit to open her eyes. She had been waiting all day. After a few more minutes, the kit's eyes blinked open. Whitefoot jumped up in excitement, but immediately realized how small her kit was compared to the other new born kits. At that moment, Whitefoot thought of a small branch swaying in the wind. " What are you going to name her?" A light brown queen asked. "Branchkit." Whitefoot said. "Why?" Another queen asked." I feel... It was meant to be. Like it was made to be her name." Very well then," The two queens meowed." Branchkit it is."
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Beyond The Grasses
RandomYoung Branchpaw has always thought life was great, until when she gets lost on a patrol. She ended up at The Moonstone, hoping to find her patrol. The moment she touched her nose to The Moonstone, she knew a adventure would begin.
