"I never wanted these kits," a mottled gray she-cat hissed. "Name them," a ragged white tom commanded, sitting beside the she-cat. "Whatever you say. Help me name them, Dune," the she-cat said. "This one should be Silver. This one should be Snake, and..." Dune stopped, staring at Venom. "What about Slate?" asked Dune. "Hmm, I think I like that."
