Disclaimer: I do not own warriors, because…um, well, I just don't!!
A Twisted Heart
Prologue
A yowl pierced the air as a milky white queen was giving birth. Spasm shot through her body as a kit came out.
"Whisker…when is this going to end?" she whimpered to a brown tabby.
"Milky…. I don't know," he whispered, feeling completely helpless.
The first two kits were stillborn, but Whisker tried licking them again and again… but it was useless. Two more kits were born, and they were both alive and well. The last kit's breathing was shallow and as Whisker licked it, it seemed to just get weaker and weaker… it's life was over.
"How… many kits…are alive?" Milky rasped weakly.
"Two out of five are alive," Whisker mewed.
Milky shuddered, "T-two…out of five? Three dead kits…?"
Whisker licked one of the kits, a pale tortoiseshell, and Milky licked the other, a dark ginger tom with a black smudge on his chest. He couldn't bear seeing his mate grieve.
"The she-kit shall be named Hearth," Whisker announced, trying to distract her.
"Chimney would be a good name for this tom," Milky murmured softly as the two kits pressed against her belly.
Whisker eyes clouded with pain, "I'll have to bury these three kits..."
"What did I do so wrong to give birth to three kits who are dead?" Milky choked out. She received no answer, as Whisker didn't know either.
Another white she-cat, with a black belly was watching, hidden by shadows.
"I see the one with the Twisted Heart," she snarled quietly to herself. Her yellow eyes narrowed, and she was gone.
This is my first fanfic so... I wouldnt mind a little critisizm... no clue how to spell that lol.
So yup I hope I can get the first chapter up soon :D
Milky: How dare put me in so much pain!! MEANIE!!
Whisker: Yeah, and killed THREE of mah kits!!
Sleektail: . . . stop complaining, it's a story!! For Starclans sake!!