Warriors

The sounds and smells of the world come into focus. You can not open your eyes yet. You feel the slow breathing of the large, warm, soft thing behind you. Your mother, Heatherfur. The large thing shifts, giving you a lick. You hear two other tiny mews beside you. Your siblings.You hear a much deeper meow from above. Your father, Gingerstripe. "They're beautiful, honey. That one looks just like you," He says, flicking his tail at your sister. "What should we name them?"