Crack! The stick turned to splinters in Starlingtail's teeth. "You're all done," Petalwhisker mewed, nudging the young kits to suckle at their mother's belly. "Sunclaw! You can come in now!" the medicine cat called. The golden tabby pushed his way in and gasped. "They're beautiful." He nuzzled Starlingtail. "What should we call them?" he breathed. "The light brown one looks a bit like a trout, so how about Troutkit?" she suggested softly. "That one will be Whitekit," he added, signaling the snowy tom. "And our daughter?" Sunclaw inquired. "Mistkit." "Welcome to the world, little ones," he whispered.