Graystar stood on the Highrock, unsure on how to spend his first day as a leader. He and his so-called ‘beloved mate’ had broken up, then she disappeared. He felt so alone, and Bumblestripe wasn’t any help. He tried to ignore the screaming sound coming from the nursery, specifically Whitewing’s voice. He had chosen Cinderheart as his deputy. She was a good cat. He wasn’t so sure it would last. Bramblestar and Firestar had gone so quickly, and his heart ached and he wished he had a little more time.
Meanwhile inside the nursery, a tortoiseshell kit was just born. She was licked clean by her mother and stamped with the name Sandkit. In the future of Graystar’s long reign, she’d be medicine cat, fall into a forbidden love, survive an earthquake, go through the grief of a disloyal moving sister, live with RiverClan, watch a parental breakup, and die a warrior. The little she-kit mewed and was actually at her mother’s paws instead of her teats. She reached out, accidently hitting her mother’s neck, but was moved to the belly by no other then her future mentor.
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