BayFall looked at ReedSkip's new kits, a gray tabby tom, a red and gray she-cat, and a red she-cat.
"What will you name them, ReedSkip?" BubbleNose questioned.
"I shall name the tom SilentKit, after Husher. He used to tell me his warrior name was SilentSwoop. I'll name the spotted she-cat BayKit, after you, BayFall. You've done your best to help DriftClan, and I hope she'll be as kind as you. The last kit, I shall name TawnyKit, after TawnyFlight. She was a good kit, from the time I knew her." ReedSkip meowed.
"That's very kind of you, ReedSkip." BayFall meowed. "Now, I must take my leave."
"Alright, safe travels, BayFall." ReedSkip called after.
He headed towards the exit.
"Wait up, BayFall!" A cat called.
A gray and white she-cat raced towards him.
"SongPool? What is it?" He questioned.
"I wanted to ask if.. If I could go to MossClan, with you." She meowed.
"O-Oh, sure. C'mon, let's just go.." BayFall mewed nervously.
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The Clan's Omen
FanfictionA prophecy, told many moons before it would even occur has now begun. It said a spotted cat would save the clans, but at a heavy cost.
