(This is a new idea I'm trying out. Well... Not extremely new... Ah never mind. The picture above is of the three kits.)

A blue gray she-cat sat around a pool shimmering with starlight. Her deep blue eyes focused on the pool as the stars reflected in it moved and made pictures in front of her.
She lifted her head and spoke, her words floating over the crisp night air.
"Even in the deepest drought, dew always comes. It protects others from the scorching heat, and can withstand any storm. It is dew that will save the clan from the fire that brings the storm."

As these words were spoken, cats came out of the bushes, murmuring quietly. One gray cat with a broad, flattened face walked up beside the blue gray cat.
"Are you sure she will be enough, Bluestar?" The gray cat questioned.
Bluestar stayed silent for a moment before answering.
"I don't know, Yellowfang. But we have to hope. That's all we have."

The words rang through the clearing until they started to fade.
"Will Skyheart understand?" Yellowfang called.

"Hopefully." Bluestar murmured. "We choose right to make Skyheart the medicine cat after Duskrain died."

The StarClan cats faded and the clearing flooded into light.

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Lilyfur looked proudly at her three kits, Stormkit, Firekit, and the last, Dewkit. Sootpelt was sitting proudly beside her.

Something was different about these three kits, Skyheart realized. She was in the nursery because she had to help deliver the kits.
These kits weren't as weak as a healthy newborn kit. Much healthier. Stormkit seemed so independent, while Firekit was trying to escape his mothers tongue, and Dewkit, the last kit, was curled up beside Lilyfur.