Jumpkit shivered as another cold gust of wind penetrated the thick nursery walls. Goldenfinch had told him that they were born late, that it wasn't usually this windy... Jumpkit didn't believe her though. It never has been warmer for him, and he'd been alive nearly three moons! Jumpkit let a soft whine out as a second gust of wind blew through the entrance. He looked up at his mother, hoping for her to turn her attention towards him. Goldenfinch however, only stared into the space past the nursery entrance, slowly she began to protectively press her kits further into her side. Jumpkit turned trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was beyond the entrance. However, Goldenfinch quickly raised her tail blocking his view. "I told you to stop coming here. My kits aren't going anywhere, whether Whiteheart likes it or not." She coldly said. Her icy tone didn't seem to deter the outsider, after a short pause they replied: "His name is Whitestar now, he is your leader. You are going to have to respect that whether you like it or not." The cat paused, lowering his voice, "Listen, I don't want to do this either but Whitestar is right, she's too sick, she might not even survive another moon." "Where are we going?" Jumpkit asked, Goldenfinch however, ignored him. Goldenfinch answered, in the same chilling voice. "Whiteheart is wrong, even if Lightkit won't survive the warrior code says tha-" The cat cut her off, "I know what the warrior code says! It doesn't matter what some old cats from far too many moons ago have to say about it! The warrior code was never built for the situation we're in now. Nobody wants to do this Goldenfinch, don't pretend that you're the only one who wants her here." "leave," Goldenfinch growled. For a moment the air stood still, then footsteps echoed from outside marking the cats departure. "Leave? Why would we nee-" Goldenfinch cut him off, "Sleep and forget about this." His young mind, although still laced in cofusion, but exhausted by the weight quickly shut down. His dreams, however, refused to let him go that easily, they swirled around him trapping his mind inside itself far into the night.