"Brokenstar."
Brokenstar groaned silently to himself. That wasn't the voice of a cat he wished to hear. The dark gray she-cat with the broad, flattened face was a few kitten steps away from him. Brokenstar didn't look in her direction, just gazed up at the sky.
"There is a message from StarClan. It is important."
Brokenstar glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He knew Yellowfang was the medicine cat of ShadowClan but she was also the 'supposed' cat murderer of their Clan.
Yellowfang, almost like reading her son's thoughts, glanced away a bit, "I know you don't like me, Brokenstar. You used to as a kit. That is long gone. But these messages from StarClan cannot be ignored, Brokenstar. You need to know this."
"Why are you so intend of telling me these things?"
Yellowfang blinked, "Because Brokenstar you need to know these things because you are ShadowClan's leader. The leader needs to know these things in order to protect or help their Clan to accept the message and prove worthy."
Brokenstar sighed, gazing down, "I see but still there is no reason to keep telling me things." He spat out.
Yellowfang blinked once more. Brokenstar gave her a quick look before glancing away. "I see..." She muttered. Even now, her son was more likely to go on making crimes. But what if StarClan's message she was given couldn't help him?
Brokenstar felt annoyed but the silent. "Yellowfang, the message of StarClan?"
"Yes, the message." Yellowfang cleared her throat and Brokenstar rolled his orange eyes. "At the dark night, a kit will be found by the broken branches of shadow, the kit will grow under the broken's guidance of love and wisdom and will be turned into a brave warrior that saves the Clans of Old."
Brokenstar flicked his broken tail. "The broken branches of shadow?" He echoed Yellowfang's words. "What in the name of StarClan are they going on about?"
Yellowfang purred a bit. "I believe it's clear enough. The broken branches of shadow is you, Brokenstar." She didn't wince when Brokenstar stared at her with a look of shock that might say he killed without meaning to.
"Me?" Brokenstar sputtered, blinking. "A father to a kit that will be taken in? Never! I am not going to play father to some weakling kit!"
"Think of it as a new warrior to ShadowClan." Yellowfang advised. "A brand new warrior that could please you and make every other Clan shudder in fear of us."
Brokenstar quietly thought about what she had said. A warrior meant protection of Clan. A new warrior meant someone to teach about how to spill the blood of their enemies. How to lay down your life to protect and server your Clan without thinking twice. All the time Brokenstar hissed at the thought of the queens afraid to have kits because Yellowfang was a 'murderer'.
"New warrior..." Brokenstar muttered under his breath before sighing. "It's not dark. How will I know when to get the kit?"
Yellowfang gave him a look. "You will know when."
"No. I won't." Brokenstar shook his head, "I barely know how to act around kits."
Yellowfang felt a pang of sympathy for the tom. Brokenstar didn't know how to act around kits because he wasn't taught the way too. He wasn't given the treatment of love and respect all the kits got from their mothers because Lizardstripe treated him horribly. How could he care for this unknown kit that was going to become one of them?
"Oh, Brokenstar, you'll figure that out. You always do."
Brokenstar gave Yellowfang was look before sighing once more. He didn't like where this was going because he'd have to play father until this kit was ready to become an apprentice and then warrior. How would he survive that long?
"Still, I do not know how to care for kits," Brokenstar murmured, "And if I do take the kit in, there will be no foster parents. No foster mothers."
"I know," Yellowfang dipped her head. "Lizardstripe wasn't the best choice for you. She treated you without respect and love. Like all kits need."
"I hate her." Brokenstar hissed, digging his claws into the ground. "She doesn't deserve those kits she had! What good did Runningnose, Deerfoot, and Tanglebur to her anyways? Nothing!"
Yellowfang gave him a nod. "I understand." She looked upwards and smiled brightly. "It is a good night for a walk, huh?"
Brokenstar followed her gaze upwards. "I guess."
"Well, off you go!" Yellowfang nudged him forward and the leader shot a glare. "What? I need to go and make sure the herbs are sorted out. Runningnose will get them wrong."
Brokenstar allowed a chuckle. "True. I will return soon."
The walk Brokenstar went on lead him towards the Twoleg den. He rolled his eyes. This den was wrong. It should be fit for cats only. He rolled his eyes and went on his walk until he heard the bushes behind rustle and his claws unleashed. His tail flicked and a growl threatened to come from his throat. Oh, this enemy would get it!
He was about to attack when he notice some fur. It held a small figure and Brokenstar figured this enemy must be young. He caught a sight of the enemy and now knew it held ginger fur with flame-colored stripes. He took a step forward when the enemy jumped out... well, the best it could.
Brokenstar blinked at the sight because he was faced with a, what looked to be, four week old kit. It was a ginger tabby with the flame-colored stripes. It held a pale orange belly, a long tail, but not as long as Tallstar's tail(that tom won the longest tail for sure), and a pair of bright emerald-green eyes.
Did Yellowfang say what the kit would look like?
Brokenstar sniffed the kit and stood back. The kit smelled of twoleg. "You... you're a kittypet!" he hissed. "I should end you!"
The kit blinked its emerald-green eyes and cocked its head to the side. Brokenstar huffed and moved to check the kit's gender.
"Well, you're a tom." He eventually said. "Not been to the cutter yet." he nodded, that was good. "Hmm... maybe you're the one StarClan spoke of." He took a moment to consider it before sighing. "Yes, you'll do. You're coming back with me." He picked the kit up by the scruff and moved.
Oh, this better be worth it.
