_________________________________________________________________________ Watershine curled protectively round her single kit. Her snowy white pelt contrasted sharply against the damp moss that made up her den. "Watershine!" a voice hissed from outside the entrance to the den. The queen looked up in surprise, to see a smoky black tom poking his head round the nursery entrance. "Slashpaw... I mean, Slashtalon! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on your vigil, remember?" Watershine scolded him, but her heart fluttered like a butterfly's wings in newleaf. "Yes. But you might be k..."