Prologue
Birth
The she cat winced in pain, tremors flowing down her sides. The labor had been had been hard on her, she had birthed Two stillborn already and Halftail was just hoping the third wasn't dead. He didn't think Fallfur would ever fully recover if all of her Kits where stillborn. He looked at her hind-end and smiled,"Your almost done Fallfur, one more push!" he exclaimed encouraging her.
A few minutes later she was done, a small ginger she-cat lay beside her suckling her mothers milk. Halftail sat back on his hatches looking at Fallfur, "You did well Fallfur. May I warn you against having more kits though, because of the issues with having this litter I fear the next litter may not be so lucky; You could loose them all."
Fallfur looked at her small kit, saddened by the fact she would never have more, but she didn't think she could stand it if her kits where all to die. "I understand Halftail, thank you." she mew appreciatively.
Halftail left with his apprentice snowpaw who had been there to learn, with the den much clearer the parents were able to properly inspect their young. The would bury the other kit in the morning but tonight the wanted to bond with their kit. Whitefoot looked over at the young parents " What a beautiful kit," she said with a smile. She grabed her own young kit Rowankit, and began washing him.
Unlike Fallfur she had only had one kit, an unusual event to be for sure, but she love him all the same. Rowankit resembled his father who had sadly passed a week before he was born. Scartail had be patrolling the borders when he was ambushed, backup had arrived to late to save him.
As the ginger coloured she-kit suckled her parents contemplated her. At last the silence was broken by her father, "She will be known as Gingerkit."
