“Do the kits have names?” Bluefur asked. “The she-kits are Mistkit and Nightkit, and the tom is Tigerkit.” “Tigerkit?” Leopardfoot had chosen a fierce name. “He’s the weakest of the three,” Featherwhisker mewed bleakly. “I suppose she hopes he’s a fighter from the start.” His eyes darkened. “He’ll need to be.”
