"Look, Willowbud! She's opening her eyes."
"Already? She was only born last night."
Rainkit heard quiet voices surrounding her as she blinked open her eyes for the first time. Her mother's gentle tongue rasped over her silver-blue pelt.
"Hello, little one." Rainkit looked up at the source of the voice. She knew instinctively that this was her mother. The gray she-cat's striped pelt rippled as she turned her head to look at her kit. Rainkit noticed how pretty Featherbreeze's eyes were. They were light blue with darker blue flecks.
What color are my eyes? she wondered. Squirming around, she examined her surroundings. She lay in a nest with her three littermates. Stormkit's dark ginger patches blended in with Floodkit's completely red pelt. Torrentkit looked more like their mother; he was gray all over. On the other side of the nursery, Willowbud and her kits, Owlkit and Wolfkit, shared a nest. There was another nest that carried the stale scent of Stonekit and Waspkit, who had been made apprentices the day before.
Suddenly, a dark ginger cat ducked through the entrance to the den. It was a tom carrying some sort of prey Rainkit had never seen before. It didn't help that she'd never really seen anything before, either.
The tom dropped the prey at the edge of Featherbreeze's nest and sat down. "How are you?" he asked with a purr.
"I'm fine," Featherbreeze answered. Taking a bite into the prey, she meowed, "Rainkit's opened her eyes."
"Really?" He leaned over the nest to look at Rainkit. When he put his muzzle near her face, she reached out with a small paw and batted at his nose. He curled his tail up in amusement.
"She's a fighter already." Featherbreeze blinked warmly.
"Hi, Rainkit. I'm Strikepelt, your father." The ginger tom nuzzled her belly fur.
"Strikepelt," Rainkit squeaked out. She turned to look at her mother. "Featherbreeze," she said in her tiny voice.
Featherbreeze looked up at Strikepelt with shining eyes. "She's special, Strikepelt. No kit has ever opened their eyes that quickly, and she's already talking."
Strikepelt nodded and rubbed his cheek on Featherbreeze's. "Welcome, little one, to SpringClan," he breathed.
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Warriors: Rainfeather's Honor
General FictionRainfeather is one of the most important cats in SpringClan history. But everycat starts out as a kit. This is the story of Rainfeather's life and what she did to earn her nine honors beside her mate as he earned his nine lives.
