This is the first story of The Defenders series i am doing. Now let me give you a brief bit of information, i haven't read omen of the stars yet. Or dawn of the clans or even the newest one the apprentice's quest. I only read the books til the power of three. Why am i telling you this, you ask? Well, because i heard some spoilers and i know that there is a character named Dovewing who has the exact same powers as Hawkkit in this story. I only realized the coinsidence now as i am writing the first proper chapter for this story. I hope there's no problem with using a power canon to the series like this. So anyway i hope you guys enjoy it and i'll see ya all later! ;)
The sun shined brightly, high in the cloudless sky. Waves lapped up the shore, washing up against the jagged boulders of the Cliffside. Seagulls flied above and chirped to each other, and the cold fresh breeze swayed the leaves from the tall trees. Not far from the immense body of salt water, bramble and gorse walls served as cover for the habitants of this land.
Protected by these walls and the few trees around it is the StoneClan camp. Cats came and went into camp, bringing fresh-kill or reporting news from a patrol. It's Sunhigh and the activity within the Clan is more agitated than ever. As a border patrol left camp, a hunting party bounds through the entrance and return back successfully.
Among them, a brown and white tabby with blue eyes, carrying a large seagull and a couple of mice in his jaws. As he followed the leader of the patrol in camp, other cats glanced at him and dipped their heads in respect. He may not be deputy, but he was a senior warrior, and among one of the wisest and most experienced in the Clan.
He laid down his catch on the fresh-kill pile with the others. He was about to take something out for himself and eat when he was interrupted by a loud yowl from a dark ginger tabby cat sitting at the edge of the clearing. He called out to him.
The brown tabby warrior looked up at the cat, flicking his ears. He bounded over to meet him.
"Foxripple, what is it?" He dipped his head down in respect, addressing the ginger cat with a questioning meow. "Is it Brindlecloud? Is she okay? Did something happen?"
Foxripple is seating neatly with his tail calmly swishing behind him. His expression is unreadable, and his green eyes gleamed.
"I am afraid I have some bad news for you, Rowanwhisker." He meowed cryptically. The warrior, Rowanwhisker, gulped in fear at the thought of what could've happen to his dear mate whilst he was away. But his fear grew to confusion as the medicine cat's face contorted into a wide grin. "You'll have less time now going out on patrols with your friends. You're a father! Congratulations!"
Rowanwhisker barely heard him as excitement and happiness surged through him. A wide grin formed in his face. He turned to his friend with glee. "Is she-? Are they-?" He could barely finish his sentences, and Foxripple rolled his eyes in amusement.
"Why don't you head inside and see for yourself?" Foxripple purred.
Rowanwhisker looked up at Foxripple, who nodded his permission for him to enter the nursery. Without further word, Rowanwhisker squeezed through the tiny entrance.
Careful not to wake up any of the other queens or the kits, he made his way over to his mate, a gray tabby queen, sound asleep and snoring. He gazed down at her lovingly before moving his attention towards the two tiny kits huddled warmly in Brindlecloud's nest. One of them is a brown tabby, much like himself, and the other is a dark gray and white tom. They mewled and squirmed beside Brindlecloud's belly, their eyes shut tight.
Brindlecloud shuffles in her sleep and blinks open her eyes. She gazed up and smiled at the sight of her mate standing over her. She purred a greeting and they nuzzled each other affectionately.
"How are you feeling?" Rowanwhisker whispered to her.
"A little tired." She replied. Brindlecloud looks down proudly at her litter. "But the kits are all strong and healthy."
"StoneClan is fortunate to have them." Rowanwhisker meowed. "Have you named them yet?"
Brindlecloud shakes her head. "I was waiting for your return, so that we could name them together."
Rowanwhisker nodded in agreement and glanced down at their kits. "Do you have any suggestions?" He asked her quietly.
Brindlecloud motioned with her tail towards the gray and white kit. "I was thinking of naming this one Robinkit, if that's alright with you." She meowed.
Rowanwhisker touched his nose affectionately to her flank and hummed in agreement. He glanced downwards to the other kit, busying himself to his mother's warm milk. His eyes showed affection but a sadness flashed in them.
"This one shall be named Hawkkit." He murmured, nudging the newborn with one paw, earning a loud squeak from the kit. The two of them purred with amusement.
"Hawkkit and Robinkit." Brindlecloud mused.
"They will turn out to be fine warriors. I just know it!" Rowanwhisker told her. "I'll leave you to rest now. I will tell Shrewstar about our kits and announce them officially to the rest of the Clan."
He gave her a lick to the cheek and bid her farewell, slipping out the den. Brindlecloud watched him go before curling her tail over her kits and falling asleep. As she rested, she failed to realize that one of her kits ears was pricked the whole time, listening to the conversation. Not that he actually knows what has just been said. But the fact of the matter is that, it can hear them quite clearly, and he hears so much more beyond that.
He hears the swaying of the leaves against the breeze, the waves lapping up shore, the buzzing of flying bugs, chirping seagulls, and so much more.
So, what do you guys think of it so far? I know it's not much. If you read my other story, PlatinumClan, you would know that this prologue is just a full written version of the teaser from that story. Next chapter I'll upload the allegiances and then the story will go on.