Birchtail's other daughter (private for now)

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Back in the nursery after only a moon or two as a warrior. But still, who else could take care of the little thing? She was the only one in FogClan who had been a mother. Poor, poor Palekit, how could she have ever say no to this little gift from StarClan?

So she thought as she watched her foster daughter toy with something on the hard floor of the bramble-made(?) nursery. A smile showed on the she-cat's smooth-furred face, her whiskers tilted slightly upward. Today she was going to start to give the small white cat a proper education on StarClan, because she was now just over a moon old, and at an age to understand the basics of the ancestors' way.

But she would let her play a moment longer, as the kit seemed to be enjoying her game. How innocent were kits! How blessed they were by StarClan from the moment of their birth! For surely the mere fact that the snow-pelted kit's poor, deceased mother had found her way to the blessed Clan? It could only be so that the tabby could shape Palekit into the most righteous of StarClan's way.

Perhaps she should say something now. "Dear Palekit, when you finish your game can you come to my nest, please? I have something important to tell you."