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| - The bright ginger she-cat was lying on a flat, wide stone, warmed by the sun. She purred and rolled onto her back, kicking her paws into the air. A butterfly flitted overhead; the ginger cat rolled to her paws and leaped up, clapping her paws, and caught the insect between them. She landed and peeked between her paws. She purred as the butterfly shot into the air and disappeared. The she-cat watched as two chipmunks chittered and tousled playfully across the river bank. Suddenly, the scenery changed; the sun seemed to darkend until it was black, the rays a bloody red. The river turned scarlet, and the meadow was suddenly alive with fighting cats. The two chipmunks grew and morphed into two fighting tabbies, snarling and clawing. The ginger she-cat dropped to a crouch, in fear, as the cats around her fought eachother. Then, the tabby caught sight of a strangly bright cat drifting across the clearing; it was a young dark ginger tabby she-cat with flowing fur, dark green eyes, and a graceful, lean figure. The ginger she-cat watched as the tabby strode, ever so gracefully, until she was directly under the bloody rays of the sun. Then, the ginger she-cat turned her muzzle to the sky, and when she spoke, the fighting froze. "One will become four, will become three in the battle to stop what has rightly done wrong." The young dark ginger cat looked away from the dying sun to stare into the ginger cats eyes. ~ ~ ~ Sunfeather woke with a start. She lay in her nest, panting, for a moment, trying to figure out why she'd woken. Then Sunfeather felt the sharp pains in her belly. The ginger tabby groaned. "Sunfeather?" The sleepy mew came from Silversky's nest. "My kits are coming," Sunfeather groaned, her flanks heaving. Silversky bolted out of the nursery and came back a moment later with the medicine cat, Snowlily. The white she-cat crouched beside the moaning Sunfeather, gently prodding her belly. Sunfeather shrieked; her flanks heaved twice, and Snowlily mewed, "There it is." Sunfeather lay on her flank as Snowlily licked her kit til it was dry and warm. She felt her newborn kits soft pelt brush her's as the medicine cat nudged the young kit to Sunfeather's flank. Lightningtail's scent announced his enterance. "She's beautiful," the pale gray tom murmured, licking Sunfeather's ear. "What are you going to name her?" "I don't-" Sunfeather cut off. She'd looked down at her newborn kit. Sunfeather's daughter was a dark ginger tabby with long, flowing fur.
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