Hello Warrior book readers! My username is LaoevanSVU, which may not be a warrior name, but I do love the series a lot! I've decided to show my appreciation of the books by creating this humor story about the kits of all the Clans, and some mischief that they get into. These will take place in random books throughout the series, just whenever I have an idea for a certain kit. Enjoy!
Story #1: This takes place in the Warriors book The Fourth Apprentice, when Dovewing and Ivypool were kits.
Chapter 1: Mistaken Identity
A thin ray of sunlight was filtering through the entrance of the Thunderclan nursery; the golden beam was illuminating the beautiful pelts of the two kits that were peacefully slept side by side. Their mother Whitewing was curled up in a ball next to them, watching them sleep, their little chests rising and falling in perfect unison. The two sisters Dovekit and Ivykit were exhausted after spending all night playing with a ball that their mother had made out of old moss from her bedding. Now, it was sunhigh and they weren't even awake yet.
Feeling as if her daughters had gotten enough sleep, Whitewing prodded the two awake with her nose; hard enough to pull the two back into reality but soft enough so that it caused them no harm. Ivykit was the first to respond; she stretched her tiny legs, and with an enormous yawn, she opened her eyes. Dovekit, who was slower to respond, rolled over and licked her tiny lips, having recently dreamed of eating a big, tasty squirrel. Ivykit stood up and looked around her. She saw her mother, and her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten any food since last night's hunting patrol brought them a blackbird; and that felt like ages ago.
Ivykit padded up to Whitewing and gently head-butted her so that she could capture her mother's attention. When Whitewing looked down at her, she cocked her head to the side and stared at her expectantly. "What do you want Ivykit?" Whitewing asked. "Are you hungry?"
Ivykit nodded happily, her white fur ruffling up around her neck. "She looks so adorable," thought her mother affectionately. Ivykit looked at Dovekit, who had just stood up. Dovekit shook her grey pelt thoroughly, attempting to get all the small pieces of moss out of it. Dovekit used her heightened senses to look around. She saw the usual Thunderclan activities; some cats were sitting in small groups sharing tongues, others were napping in the afternoon sunlight, and she could hear the elders in their den, complaining about their fleas.
Dovekit then took a deep breath. "Wait, what was that smell?" She thought. She sniffed again and smiled. "Fresh-kill! I can't wait to tell Ivykit! Oh wait, is that… rabbit? Mmm…"
She bounded over to where Ivykit was and happily tackled her. "I smelled food! Let's go outside and get it from the hunting patrol!"
Ivykit grinned and jumped to her feet, pushing Dovekit off of her in the process. Dovekit hit the ground with an oomph and rolled over. Ivykit looked down at her, laughter shining in her eyes. "My bad Dovekit! Let's go outside now and get something to eat."
Dovekit got up and shook the dirt out of her pelt. "We're going to race to the fresh-kill pile now that you got e dirty. On the count of three! One, two..."
Dovekit never finished counting when she took off, her little grey legs a blur. As soon as Ivykit saw her go, she started running after her in protest. "Hey, wait! You never finished counting! Dovekit!"
Ivykit skidded to a stop as she smelled the most wonderful thing ever. The juicy smell of rabbit was wafting in the air, and it was coming from the hunting patrol that had just made it to the fresh-kill pile. Dovekit was with them, apparently pleading with Greystripe to give her the food.
'Can we pretty please have that rabbit for the nursery? It is really big, and you guys know how much the queens love a rabbit in the morning! We're soo hungry." Dovekit flopped over, her four paws in the air and her little pink tongue lolling out of her moth, playing as if she were starving."
Greystripe, the leader of the patrol, laughed at Dovekit's little act. "Okay Dovekit, you can have the rabbit." He beckoned Foxleap over to him with a flick of his tail. Foxleap held the snow-white rabbit in his jaws and he padded forward. He gently dropped its corpse at Dovekit's feet. Its massive body was bigger than Dovekit. Greystripe looked at the little kit critically.
"You're going to have to find someone to carry this with. I think you are too small, because this is a fully grown female."
Ivykit bounded up to him and picked up the rabbit's foot gently. "I'll help Dovekit bring this back to the nursery!" She exclaimed through a mouth full of fur. The patrol laughed, and Dovekit took another foot on the rabbit, and together they awkwardly dragged it into the nursery.
Whitewing watched as her daughters brought the rabbit into the nursery and then dropped it at her feet. "Oh, excellent! What a beautiful rabbit! Its pelt is the same color as your fur Ivykit. Now let's eat!"
She was about to take an enormous bite when Dovekit leap up and yowled, "Stop!" Her mother's comment about the rabbit's fur gave Dovekit an idea. She could use the rabbit for something…
Her mother gave her a baffled look. "Why Dovekit? Is there something wrong with it?" Dovekit shuffled her paws, embarrassed at her outburst. "I just wanted you to eat the rabbit in a particular way. I… I was wondering if I could use the rabbit's pelt for something. Can you eat the rabbit from its stomach and leave the fur? I would really appreciate it.
Whitewing just shook her head. "What a strange kit," she thought. "Okay Dovekit, but you have to tell me what you want the pelt for.
Dovekit smiled happily. "Thank you for doing this for me mom! What I want the pelt for is…" Dovekit launched into her plan, vividly describing what she wanted the pelt for. When she finished, Whitewing gave her another strange look.
"So you're telling me that you want your sister to wear a dead, smelly, and bloody, pelt on her fur just so that you could see her looking like a rabbit?" Whitewing sighed. "Okay, but I swear if she gets eaten…"
Dovekit picked up the now empty pelt and dragged it to where Ivykit was sitting, leaving her mother mutter to herself about crazy kits. She prodded Ivykit with her nose. "Ivykit, come with me to the dirtplace so that I can dress you up. Come on!" Ivykit looked at her. "Dressed up in what? Dovekit, do you want me to do something weird again? I'll come with you, but only if you tell me what we're doing." Dovekit sighed and once again launched into her pelt-wearing plan. Ivykit grinned when she was done. "You know, that sound crazy and irrational, but it seems fun! Let's do it!"
Dovekit dropped the pelt on the floor and found a way to roll it up so that it was easier to carry. The two started towards the dirtplace tunnel, but not before they were questioned by Hazeltail. "Where are you going with those rabbit scraps? Do you want me to take them to the dirtplace for you?"
Ivykit replied for her Dovekit, because her mouth was full. "No thank you, but we appreciate the offer. We are just going to burry these ourselves. Bye Hazeltail!"
The kits both scurried through the dirtplace tunnel. Once their paws hit sandy ground, Dovekit spit out the pelt and started licking her lips furiously. "Eww, the fur was getting stuck in my teeth! Great save though Ivykit! Of course we're burying the scraps. No one would ever know our plan! Now come here and sit down so I can get this thing on you."
After a lot of struggling on Dovekit's part, with her tries to pull the rabbit fur over her sister's pelt and the feet sticking up in unnatural positions, they finally made Ivykit look like a convincible rabbit. Dovekit sat back and examined her masterpiece. The rabbit ears were hanging off the top of Ivykit's head, and the feet were bitten off so that Ivykit's real legs served as the feet. The best part of all was the rabbit's bushy tail, which Dovekit had managed to put on top of Ivykit's real tail, making it look like she was a real rabbit.
With the transformation complete, Ivykit twisted around so that she could try to see herself, but she had no luck. "I can't see what I look like, and this pelt is itchy! Where is the nearest pool of water so that I can see myself?"
Dovekit looked up at her. "I was actually thinking about sneaking away from camp and going to the lake. Then we can play, and you can see yourself as a bunny." "Okay then Dovekit," Ivykit agreed happily, "Let's go!"
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The two young cats trudged through the forest in pursuit of the lake. It was really a beautiful day, with the sunlight shining in between the branches and the blue sky overhead. A cool breeze was skimming through their fur, refreshing them and encouraging them to go on. Dovekit had extended her senses so that she could find the lake; and as her scent and hearing zoomed past the clearing they were standing in, the smell of fish and the lapping sounds of water hitting the shores filled her head. "How do you know where we're going?" asked Ivykit.
"Just trust me," assured Dovekit. "When I was sitting in the sun one day, I overheard a patrol talking about the path they went through." Dovekit was scrambling to make up a lie, because she felt that she couldn't tell her sister about her super-special-awesome sensory powers. "I'm… um, using landmarks to find our way. Like that tree over there!" She bounded up to an old birch tree and turned around, waiting for Ivykit to follow her.
Ivykit wasn't coming though. She had sat down, tired from all of the walking, her head bent towards her paws. Dovekit was about to go to her when she heard a rustle of a leaf on the ground being stepped on. She froze, startled by the noise. She extended her sight to see what was stalking them and she saw who it was. Spiderleg, who was part of the most recent hunting patrol, was trying to capture! His brown and black pelt blended in with the foliage, efficiently camouflaging him. She had to do something quickly.
Dovekit took a deep breath and yowled, "Run Ivykit!" Her sister looked up, shocked but too tired to move. Spiderleg was about to leap when Dovekit ran forward to where her sister was sitting and snarled in his general direction. He rose to his paws, confused.
"Dovekit, what are you doing out here? I was trying to pounce on that rabbit behind you. It looks lame, so it would be an easy catch. Get out of the way!"
"No!" She yelled. "That isn't a rabbit! That's my sister, Ivykit! We snuck out of camp so that we could play in the lake! I dressed her up as a rabbit for fun! Don't eat her!"
Spiderleg walked over to them. He breezed past Dovekit and went over to Ivykit, bending down to sniff her. When he saw it wasn't really a rabbit, he prodded her to her feet with his tail and motioned to Dovekit. "Go get some moss and soak it with water. It looks like Ivykit overheated with this pelt on top of her." He was about to nip it off of her back when he stopped, an amused expression crossing his face. "Firestar would like to hear about this, I bet." He thought to himself.
Dovekit had run to the nearest source of water, having ripped up a wad of moss with her claws. She dropped it in this random stream, thoroughly soaked it with water, and picked it up with her jaws again. When she dashed back to where they were before, she saw that Spiderleg had helped Ivykit to her feet. Dovekit dropped the mossball at her paws, and Ivykit licked up the water from it. When she was done, she looked up at her sister.
"I'm sorry Dovekit, I just got so tired with all of this walking. The rabbit pelt was a lot hotter than I thought it would be! I was trying to call out to you, but my muzzle felt too heavy. Spiderleg told me that we were going back to camp while you were gone. So we might as well leave now." Ivykit looked embarrassed under the pelt, feeling as if it were her fault that they got caught. Spiderleg just looked amused as he shepherded them back to camp.
As they went through the entrance, all the cats were staring at them. Why was Spiderleg leading Dovekit and… a rabbit into the camp? The cats started murmuring to each other as Spiderleg led them to the base of the camp, by Firestar's den.
He told the two kits to stop walking and turn around. He then looked at all the cats watching them and opened his jaws. "I was hunting in the forest today when I came across this rabbit. At least that is what I thought it was until Dovekit jumped in front of it and defended it. Then I realized that this isn't a rabbit, it is actually…" He paused for a dramatic effect and then ripped off the rabbit pelt. "Ivykit!"
The cats gasped in shock. Firestar, who had been sitting in his den, popped his flame-colored head out of the entrance to see what the commotion was. Spiderleg started continuing his story. "I was about to pounce on Dovekit's sister when I actually looked at what I was hunting. I guess the lesson of this story is to always pay attention to what you are doing, no matter what, or you may end up in the strangest situation."
All the cats started mewling in amusement. Suddenly Whitewing pushed through the crowd and ran up to her two daughters, worry clear in her face. She started licking them furiously, relieved that she had finally found her daughters. "Where were you?" She fretted. "I heard you go off to the dirtplace tunnel, and then you never came back! You scared the fur off of me! Don't you ever do that again." She pulled them closer to her with her tail.
"That closes the adventure of these two little kits." All the cats turned towards Firestar, who was sitting behind them. He had padded out of his den and was watching them from a distance. "Kits should remember that they have to be six moons old to even leave the camp, and now you all know why. They are too little to go anywhere by themselves, especially dressed up as rabbits." He walked over to the two kits and flicked them playfully with his tail. "Go back to the nursery now, and promise me that you will never do that again. The forest is a dangerous place, and you're not apprentices yet." He looked down at them, hunched over and cowering under everyone's eyes.
"We're sorry Firestar," The two kits mewed in unison. They then turned towards their mother and padded back towards the nursery, heat spreading though their pelts from embarrassment. They plopped down on the cool, comfortable floor and curled up to go to sleep, exhausted.
"We'll never do that again," said Ivykit ruefully. "Right," murmured Dovekit as they went off into a peaceful slumber.
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Okay, that was the end of the story, but I would like you to also read this, it was my alternate beginning to this story. I just want to know if you can tell me in a review which beginning was better in your opinion. Thanks!
A thin ray of sunlight filtered through the dark interior of the well-protected Thunderclan Camp. The light from the rays illuminated the pale pelts of the two kits, peacefully sleeping side by side in the Camp's nursery, exhausted after yesterday's day full of adventure and fun. The two kits, Dovekit and Ivykit had been causing their usual ruckus; tossing mossballs around and pouncing on the tails of weary warriors while they were sharing tongues. Their mother Whitewing was watching their pelts rising and falling in rhythmic unison with an amused smirk on her face. Her daughters weren't even awake yet, and it was already sunhigh.
Feeling as if the kits had already slept enough, Whitewing prodded the two siblings in the back with her wet nose, shattering their dreams of frolicking through the forest and hunting for big and juicy prey.
"Wake up you two! If you hadn't spent so long playing all night, you wouldn't be so tired! It's already sunhigh!"
Whitewing watched as Dovekit and Ivykit gradually stirred, stretching and yawning in their cute little way. Ivykit was the first one to stand, and she padded over to her mother for food.
"What's there to eat?" Ivykit inquired. "I'm so hungry after yesterday! Playing around with Dovekit was so fun! We had the best mossball game ever!"
"I happen to know that," Whitewing grumbled as she recalled the countless number of times the little ball had hit her in the face.
Dovekit gradually stood up as well, shaking her grey pelt and ruffling it up into its usually messy appearance. She took a deep breath and smelt what was happening around her. There were a few cats littered here and there, but what caught her attention was something that really appealed to her.
"Food!" Dovekit exclaimed. "Ivykit, I just smelled a hunting patrol come in with a few mice and the biggest, juiciest rabbit ever! Do you want to go and get it from the fresh-kill pile? Come on, I know you're as hungry as I am!"
With new-found energy, she bounded over to where the hunting patrol was headed, her little paws kicking up dirt as she skidded to a stop in front of the patrol. Ivykit looked up and ran after Dovekit, her tiredness forgotten. She had just gotten there when she saw Dovekit talking to the older cats.
"Can we have that rabbit for the queens in the nursery? It looks so yummy!" She looked up and gave them the most convincing pleading look that she could muster, her green eyes becoming big and shiny.
Greystripe, the leader of the patrol smirked with amusement. He looked at Foxleap, who was carrying the rabbit in his jaws. He dropped it at Dovekit's feet and said, "I hope you can drag this back there by yourself, it's a big piece of fresh-kill."
Ivykit, who was standing behind Dovekit for the entire time, leapt up and grabbed the rabbit by its ears. "That's what I'm here for! Together, this rabbit is no match for the two of us! She lowered her weight onto her front paws and made it look like she was about to pounce, her tail wriggling in the air exaggeratedly. Dovekit grinned and grabbed another part to the rabbit by its bushy white tail, and together the two of them carried its corpse back to the nursery.
Dovekit dropped her end of the rabbit once they made it into the nursery.
The first beginning at the top of this story I wrote from my head while sitting at my computer. This alternate beginning I was writing in school when I was bored, and I never felt like finishing it. I didn't want to lose all the other work that I had did, so I typed it up and put it here for all readers to see. I really hope that you liked my story, because it was really difficult to write, and I put a lot into it. I intend on making The Misadventures of the Clan Kits into a series, so if you want to see more of these, all I need are reviews! If you want to leave an Idea for me, just type it into a review. I also take constructive criticism, so you could tell me any mistakes you found or questions that you have. I don't appreciate flaming though, so I will disregard any of that sort of stuff. Once again, thanks for reading and enjoy your summer!
~ LaoevanSVU
