Clan Ranks
Leader: Dovestar
Deputy: Ambershinew
Medicine cat: Jayfeather
Warriors: Fernwhisker Molefur Treepelt
Wavesplash
Ravenflight apprentice: Nightpaw
Littlestorm apprentice: Windpaw
Dawnbreeze
Cherrycloud
Greeneyes
Shadowwhisper
Flowerheart
Apprentices: Nightpaw
Windpaw
Queens: Seedstep kits: Lilykit, Hailkit, Mistkit
Sleetears expecting
Elders: Sorreltail Millie Icecloud
Ivypool
Lionblaze
Actual story
Mistkit's eyes opened for the first time. She felt warmth beside her, and a blur of green and bright light waved in her sight. Her ears flicked as she heard exclamations of joy and surprise. What did they mean?
"She's opened her eyes!"
Mistkit mewled in protest at the sounds and blinked. Her vision began to sharpen and she could make out leaves, and a furry face came into view. Her eyes were crystal blue and her pale grey fur provided relief from the harsh bright light. She immediately recognised this cat as her mother; natural instincts told her so. And of course, the warm pelts next to her would be her littermates. She relaxed in her new sight.
Her mother leant down, and then fell to the ground. Why had she done that? Was she sleeping? Mistkit meowed in surprise and licked her cheek. No response. It was then Mistkit noticed the trail of blood running down her mother's neck.
*3 Moons Later*
"Mistkit! Over here!"
Mistkit's eyes travelled along the camp wall until she found the source of the voice; her brother and sister were playing by the medicine den, a ball of moss in Lilykit's jaws. Mistkit scrambled across the freezing ground; it would be their last chance to play without getting bogged down in the oncoming snowstorm. She'd heard all the warriors talking about it, and even she, a three moon old kit, could see the angry grey cloud hovering over the lake.
"Isn't it cold?" Mistkit commented to her littermates as she reached them. "Snow will be coming soon!"
"So?" exclaimed Lilykit loudly. "A real warrior fights in any weather!"
"But we're just playing Mossball, stupid!" Hailkit retorted.
Lilykit and Hailkit were soon caught up in a storm of their own; they tumbled round the camp, play fighting happily. Mistkit watched from across the camp. A strange sadness had remained with her since her mother died. She had been the first kit to open her eyes, and therefore the only one to see her murdered by the badger. Of course, all the cats in the clan were against it and it was soon driven away, but Mistkit could not seem to get over her mother.
Mistkit had heard all the stories; Firestar, the greatest leader of all time, how Lionblaze, Dovestar (then Dovewing), Jayfeather and Firestar defeated the dark forest when they came down from the sky and entered the clans territory. She had heard about the great journey and Bramblestar and Squirrelflight, and how Squirrelflight died after Bramblestar died, simply because she didn't want to live. She knew about everything, but all she was ever really interested in was her mother. Her name was Seedstep, and Seedstep's mother was Sorreltail. She would have had another aunt but Lilypaw died of greencough one leaf-bare. Mistkit wanted all that information. To her, it was more important than any old prophecy.
Lilykit and Hailkit seemed to have forgotten her already though. They accepted Cherrycloud as their mother. To be fair, they had never set eyes on Seedstep, but still. They were always frolicking around camp. They had clear paths set out for them; the ways of a warrior. They were both ambitious, but not like the Tigerstar the elders told her about. They just wanted to be leader. Mistkit could hear them now. "I'll be Lilystar!"
"No, I'm going to be Hailstar!"
In her head, Mistkit always added despairingly, "and what will I be?" Because she knew that she could never be a leader. Or a warrior…
Take that back! Mistkit told herself. She was going to be a warrior, what else could she be?
A medicine cat…
For the last time, NO! Sometimes Mistkit felt like she had two cats inside her, one ready to do anything, and one….well, not. She was the one who was shy and serious, mature for her young age of 3 moons. Yes, she admitted to herself, she did want to be a medicine cat. But how can you be a good medicine cat when you are too scared to ask?
In our defence, Jayfeather is a grumpy old fleabag…
Back with the confident one.
"HELLO! Mistkit!"
Mistkit jumped and looked up.
"Huh?"
"You silly, come and play mossball!" Lilykit stood in front of her and Hailkit was loitering behind her with the moss.
"Oh, yeah, sure Lilykit." And she left her thoughts behind to go and play with her siblings.
Mistkit picked up the moss in her jaws; she wasn't really thinking about it though. Her mind was far away, as always. She was thinking about where the moss had come from. A tree? The ground? The old twoleg nest? And who had collected it? Jayfeather?
And then her mind wandered onto a common subject….Jayfeather. He was quite old now, he would be an elder if he hadn't become the medicine cat….
And he has no apprentice….
"The point of the game is you pass it back!" shouted Hailkit.
Mistkit sighed and put her mind on her game with her littermates.
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