A Sister's Connection
Disclaimer: I don't own warriors
Well this is my first fan fic everyone because "someone" kept pestering me to write one.
Hope you enjoy it and please review
I don't own Warriors
I know it's a short chapter but it's just the beginning
Please Review please!
ThunderClan
Leader: Firestar
Deputy: Graystripe
Medicine Cat: Cinderpelt
Warriors: Mousefur, Dustpelt, Cloudtail, Brackenfur, Thornclaw, Brightheart, Brambleclaw, Ashfur, Rainwhisker, Sootfur,
Apprentices: Sorrelpaw, Whitepaw, Spiderpaw, Shrewpaw
Queens: Sandstorm, Goldenflower, Ferncloud
Elders: Frostpelt, Speckletail, Longtail, Dappletail
Medicine Cats from other Clans: Littlecloud, Mothwing, Mudfur, Barkface
Prologue
Firestar, a handsome ginger tom with a flame coloured pelt was drowsily sharing tongues with his mate Sandstorm when suddenly her felt her tense up and give a sudden scream, Firestar jumped up and yelled to Cinderpelt "Cinderpelt! Sandstorm is kitting come quick!"
Cinderpelt hobbled over and examined Sandstorm critically her blue flashing with memories, regret and something else. Spasms were travelling through Sandstorm and as Cinderpelt murmured "Push," she pushed and a small bundle slid out and she handed it to Ferncloud who licked it the wrong way to warm it up. Then without warning a second bundle came and Cinderpelt licked it to it was warm, then she placed it with the other kit beside Sandstorm. Cinderpelt stood up and shook her pelt "There, you have two she kits Sandstorm, Here is some borage to help your milk come."
Cinderpelt padded out and met Firestar who was pacing outside, she nudged him gently and meowed "Firestar she has kitted you have two she kits."
Firestar's eyes lit up with joy "Thank you Cinderpelt," and he dashed into the nursery.
Sandstorm looked up as he rushed in and purred tiredly "What should we name them?"
Firestar peered at his kits and meowed "Squirrelkit and Leafkit."
Sandstorm meowed softly "Wonderful names Firestar."
Firestar nodded his eyes clouded with memory and then he padded out to organise some hunting patrols.
Little did he now what problems would arise from these tiny scraps of fur
Good? Bad? Terrible?
Please tell me
-Swanstar