"Look at the stars!" The little kit cries as he looks up at the night sky.
"They are truly lovely." The elder female cat looks down at the kit. The little kit meets the elder's amber eyes. Even though he has only taken a few steps out of the elders den he is already cold. The cold wind swirls the snow around him. But despite the howling wind it is still a silent night. He feels the presence of the elder beside him. He snuggles into her raggedy black fur.
"Perhaps we should go inside." She says calmly and starts to look back at the den.
"Can you tell a story first?" The little kit looks up at her with bright brown eyes. She sighs. She can't deny that request. After all she had promised him a story earlier today.
"Okay Okay. Any particular story you want to hear?" She asks.
The kit looks thoughtful for a second. Then it looks as if he has had a great idea.
"The clans! Can you tell me about the clans? Please?" He asks looking at her.
She smiles looking up at the moon for a second then looking back at the little brown kit.
"Around here there are four Clan,Hawk Clan,Breeze Clan,and our clan, Stone Clan." The elder begins.
The kit listens closely. He has always been curious about the clans but everyone in his clan was always so busy. His only friend was the elder. She had always been there for him when no one else was.
"Mist clan cats use the lake down by their camp to sneak up on prey. They are extremely sneaky. When you get in that mist you lose sense of where you are and those cats seem to come out of thin air." She shows the kit her kit awes over the wound while the elder continues.
"That wound I got from a Mist clan cat. I made the mistake of wandering into the mist"
"Will you be okay?" The kit asks concerned.
"Of course a few scars won't kill me!" She say chuckling.
The kit looks at the never ending scars on the elders body. A few was a understatement. For every scar there was another story of pain. The biggest was the one on her shoulder. Which was multiplely cut and the cut so deep. The elder who senses the kit's uncertainty nuzzles the kit.
"I'm okay I promise."
The little kit nods and the elder continues.
"Where were we? Oh yes Hawk Clan. Hawk Clan lives in the forest down there. They are quick and nimble enough to leap through those trees. As long as their in forest you can never catch them. But their not very strong out of the forest."
"Isn't it the hawk that attacks us?" The kit asks looking scared.
The elder stiffens up. She pulls the kit closer to her.
"No. It's the eagle."
It started 7 years ago when a eagle started snatching up any cats it could see. Any cat was at risk of being taken. She wasn't really scared until it took her sister. Then fear turned to vengeance. And the next time the eagle attacked she lept upon it. It was able to throw her off and gave her the scar she had on her shoulder. But she had been able to blind it in one eye and drive it off. The clan had declared her a hero. She didn't feel like a hero though. Her sister was still gone and the eagle would still come back every once in while and take an unlucky wasn't until recently she had learned the has brought the eagle upon themselves. She was distracted from her thoughts as the little kit rubbed against her purring.
"Okay I'll continue. Breeze Clan is the only clan that doesn't have a true territory. They wander around making camps then destroying them. They are careful not to trespass but they are pretty clever and sometimes bend rules."
"So are they rogues?" The elderly cat sighs. The kit always seems to have new questions for her every day. While sometimes annoying she is happy to have company.
"No they are not. Rogues are normally alone and they don't belong in any clan." The elder pauses before adding:
"Now tomorrow I promise that I will let you ask all the questions you want but we need to go back inside the den soon so you don't catch a cold."
"Ok!" The kit says excitedly.
"So lastly our clan,Stone Clan. Well our clan has a long history. But we have lived up in the harsh mountains for ages while the other clans lived down there. I'm sure you already know that life is tough up here. Between limited prey and killer eagles we haven't had it easy. But that what makes us the strongest out of all the clans. I guess what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
Both the kit and elder sit in silence. And other than the howling wind there is quiet . They lived in the most dangerous clan and yet here they are. Sitting together not as clan mates but as friends. Both couldn't imagine being without the other. Because In their minds they were the only family they had left. The only ones worth holding on for. After a few minutes the elder stirs from her thoughts. She stands up slowly and ushers the kit with her tail.
"Well it's very late and we should be getting some sleep. You need to be awake for when I tell you more stories." She meows. The kit nods sleepily and stumbles along with elder to the elders den. It's not much warmer in the elders den so the poor kit is still shivering .She makes herself comfortable and the kit lays down beside her. As she falls asleep she can only think about the kit. Kits rarely survived in StoneClan and even if they did most never made it to be warriors. The kit is smaller than the rest of kits which is always a guarantee that the kit won't make it. She's watched it over and over again. Kits die leaving broken mothers in their wake. But maybe he will be different. She doesn't like to hope. It normally only leads to disappointment. But with all of her heart she wants him to survive and if Hope is the only way that can give him a chance then so be it. And finally after this thought she finally is taken over by sleep and dreams of a future where the kit is happy and safe.
Questions:
is the kits name?
is the elders name?
does the elder hate?
Clan are they in?
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-Nightshade