Juniper's Hallows

Prologue

    The pale brown tabby paced back and forth. Her fur was slightly matted from stress, muttering herb names to herself. The she-cat looked over towards the queen, who had just kitted. The queen's mate was nearby, admiring their kits and licking his mate's forehead, trying to console her. They had three kits, but only two seemed healthy. The healthiest had been a kitten with a pelt as black as the night without stars.

    The other two kittens, she could not say the same. The second healthiest kit was a dark blue tabby. She was a kit that the medicine cat thought was lucky.

    Cloverleaf looked worriedly at the second she-cat, the last one. That she-cat was a calico, consisting of a majority of white, orange, and brown. 

    Cloverleaf feared for this kit. This kit was the weakest, and she had a feeling it had a bad immune system. The mother, BlueCloud, had denied all of her accusations that there could be anything wrong with the kit.

    Cloverleaf could see where Bluecloud got her name, she was a blue tabby Persian, with well-groomed fur. Her mate, on the other hand, had a dark black pelt, with light gray tabby stripes. she could see where the first two kittens got their pelts from, but what about the last kit?

    "So what are you going to name them?" Cloverleaf asked, snapping out of her thoughts. The two mates stared at each other before agreeing, "I will name the she-cats, and Duskclaw will name the tom." She announced.

    "alright." She nodded. She snuck a glance at the black-pelted kit. She had a feeling she knew what the male would name him.

    " I will name the first she-cat Juniperkit!" she meowed proudly, "In honor of her Blue-tabby pelt!"

    Cloverleaf looked at the kitten, she saw where the queen was coming from. The kit looked almost like a juniper berry. Duskclaw then continued.

    "I will name the tom Nightkit, in honor of his Black pelt." He declared, a glimmer in his eye.

    Last, but not least. they all looked at the calico kitten. looking stumped, they turned to Cloverleaf. "Me?" she meowed, bewildered. They should be the ones to name their kits!

    When the two nodded, Cloverleaf took a breath and said: "Perhaps Peachkit?" She squeaked, almost afraid of criticism from the intimidating looks on their faces. When the two looked back and forth from another, she assumed they were considering it.

    They both nodded. "That seems like a fitting name." Bluecloud meowed. Cloverleaf let out a small sigh, this was certainly an exhausting New-leaf. Two litters had been born now, one which had happened a moon ago. "Duskclaw, you should leave them to rest." She signaled with her tail for him to leave.

    Duskclaw let out something resembling a hiss, but then quickly corrected himself with a nod. Cloverleaf looked over to Bluecloud, who was looking at her expectantly. "Right. I'll need to do a check-up for the kits in the morning..." she meowed, grabbing a few poppy seeds and nudging them towards the nursing queen. "after tomorrow's check-up, you can go back to the nursery."

Sleep was a challenging task that night. Sooner or later she managed, but it wasn't easy. That night, she dreamt of Starclan. This was unexpected, as she had been to the moonstone only a dawn ago.

     "Three to start, one to end." Cloverleaf stood wide-eyed in front of the old leader. "BranchStar?" She murmured, as BranchStar continued. 

"Blue, black, and white."