Well, hey there, happy people of the universe! It's been a long time since I've updated/written a new story. School finally ended yesterday, so I decided I'd write a new fanfiction to kick off summer vacation!
Prologue
The night was silent as the slender silver shape stalked through the bushes, keeping its triangular head close to the ground. Four small paws pattered softly on the leaf-covered ground, while two amber eyes swept through the forest, making sure that nobody had followed her. The moon was covered by clouds. The creature took this as a bad omen, but plodded on nonetheless.
By the time the creature reached its destination, rain had begun to fall. The creature poked its head into a small clump of brambles, where another of the same creature sat waiting, his tail wrapped around his large paws.
"I've been waiting," he meowed rather sourly. "Hurry up and get them out of here before my Clan finds out what I've been up to." The tom stepped aside to reveal two small kits. One of them was a ginger tabby, like him. The other was silver, like the slender she-cat that had come to pick them up.
The she-cat could still vividly recall how these two kits had been carried in her stomach for two moons, and were born in this very clump of brambles. She remembered how the tom had insisted that he take the kits back to camp to be nursed until they were strong enough to make the journey to their mother's Clan. The kits still hadn't opened their eyes yet.
"What if my Clan suspects something?" the she-cat fretted.
"Tell them that you found them in a clump of brambles," the tom replied. "It's the truth. Just don't tell them which clump of brambles you found them in, if you value your life." The tom unsheathed his claws.
"Marredsoul," the she-cat sighed. "I honestly don't know what happened to you. You used to be so kind."
Marredsoul snarled. "I can't take care of these kits anymore," he said. "Once they open their eyes, it'll be too late. You have to take them to your Clan, now."
The she-cat picked up the two kits by the backs of their necks, trying not to bang them against each other. She dipped her head in thanks to her mate and started back toward her Clan.
By now, the rain had gotten so heavy that the she-cat could hardly see where she was headed. She had to follow what little scent trail there was left back to her Clan.
Just several dozen fox steps from the entrance to the camp, a sudden clap of thunder startled the she-cat, causing her to drop the ginger tabby kit. Then there was a bright flash, and a searing pain ripped through the she-cat's chest. She fell to the ground, the silver kit falling from her mouth, and waited, desperately clinging to life.
She didn't need to wait long. Within moments, a patrol was out, searching the territory for any damage done by the lightning.
"Meekheart!" One of the cats gasped. "Meekheart has been struck by lightning!"
Meekheart raised her head as a group of cats approached her. "Marredsoul," she moaned before her eyes glazed over and rolled into the back of her head.
So, how was that for the beginning of my comeback fic? I assure, you, I will be updating often. Please leave reviews, lemme know what you think! It's been a while since I've flexed the creative side of my brain, and I'm a bit rusty. Enjoy!