Warning: This is a little darker then most stories I write, which have more physical pain instead of mental and physical pain (in this case).
Other than that, enjoy!
A pitiful wail sounded across the clearing. Cats drowsily awoke from their nests. One cat hissed, "It must be Lilyflower's kits!" Cats ran around in panic, and one went into the medicine cats' den to inform them of the news.
A grumpy medicine cat growled, "Why didn't you just yowl to Starclan? I obviously already know!"
"Grayleaf, don't be a grump! We need to get their fast." She mewed, cheering herself up along with the other cats that were listening. Then she snapped in a quick heartbeat, "Lightshine, go get some moss soaked in water. Berryblossom, large stick now." The two named cats immediately left the camp. They both knew better than to mess with the medicine cats' while they were treating patients. The cats moaned as their deputy started sending out patrols early because no cat would be able to sleep with the screeches from the nursery.
Grayleaf and his apprentice were helping Lilyflower kit. "Good job, dear sister. You are doing well." the apprentice soothed.
The grumpy medicine cat muttered, "Keep that up and you'll be sent to Starclan for sure for your encouraging words."
"Excuse me, Grayleaf, but I'm the one taking your place after you join our ancestors! You should be thankful you even found a better replacement." She retorted with a smug expression on her face.
Grayleaf growled playfully, "Nightwing, you little-" He paused when he heard the queen moan. "We have no time to be joking around. The first kit is coming."
Nightwing ordered, "Push...now!"
The queen panted. Grayleaf licked the little scrap. The medicine cat sighed, "A handsome tom." He had golden fur with some blotches of a paler gold on his body. The next kit was ready to be licked and taken care of. He muttered, "She's beautiful." The she-cat was a calico, something very rare to happen, especially to Lilyflower, considering that their father's mother was a calico. It was the only possible way. The next kit was a she-cat, the last one in the queen's stomach.
Grayleaf stared at the kit. She already looked unpleasant, but her fur was white. He looked at her in dismay. The kit looked like Whitefang, a murderous clanmate of Thunderclan. The medicine cat said gruffly, "She-cat." She looked like she would grow up like any other cat, looking just like her littermates, except she would have white fur. This young kit would have to bear through a life being a dreaded outcast.
"Lionkit, Littlekit," the mother paused as she looked at her last kit. For a second, Grayleaf thought that the queen would reject her kit. Lilyflower named the kit, "Frostkit." It was a beautiful name.
Nightwing looked uncomfortable seeing a white cat in their midst.
Lilyflower purred, "Whitefang would love her."
The pure black she-cat meowed softly, "Yes, but will Thunderclan? They were already skeptical when they found out you were expecting his kits."
"She'll be fine. She's as pure as a snowflake that drifts down from the sky full of stars."
The medicine cats glanced at one another in defeat. Grayleaf muttered under his breath, "Your clan may not think so, Lilyflower. Be prepared for the worst..." Oh why brother? Why did you leave your legacy with these innocent kits?
Nightwing whispered in her mentor's ear, "You must be glad and heartbroken. It must be hard to see your brother again after all he's done."
He snapped, "The kit hasn't done anything, Nightwing. He is an innocent, and you will treat him as such. Without a proper warning from Starclan, we cannot assume things without any proof."
Nightwing blinked. Grayleaf rarely snapped at her for doing anything. Grayleaf stared down at the three innocent bundles of life. Frostkit will not become my brother. I won't let it happen to her. Even with his defiant thought, a small voice filled with fear and dread muttered softly in his brain. What if she turns out like your brother, Grayleaf? What will you do then? Grayleaf stood there puzzled for a heartbeat and sighed, relieving himself from those terrible thoughts.
Only then, did he remember the voices of his ancestors that had told him something long ago. He whispered to himself, "They have come."
This is only a prologue people! Grayleaf won't be a main character, sadly. I really like him, but if he's a main character, it spoils like half of the whole story! I can't let that happen, right?
