Diary of a RiverClan Cat
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Warriors: The New Prophecy or Warriors. Any names mentioned are of my own imagination except for Dawnflower.
I got this idea from reading a whole bunch of stories about the lives and adventures of ThunderClan cats. Yes, I know that is the main Clan, but still, the other clans need some attention too. This story is based in the future of the Warriors: The New Prophecy and almost all the cats we know are dead from battles and old age.
WARNING: Contains spoilers for Warriors: The New Prophecy in various books.
RiverClan
Leader: Redstar – Large, red-brown tom with golden eyes
Deputy: Foxpelt – Smallish, ginger she-cat with green eyes
Medicine cat: Longclaw – Black and white tom
Warriors: (toms and she-cats without kits)
Willowlegs – White she-cat with long legs
Apprentice, Ravenpaw
Horsefoot – Dark silver tom with large, hoof-like paws
Eaglefeather – Sand-brown tom with amber eyes
Mosseye – Silver-blue she-cat with moss colored eyes
Apprentice, Snakepaw
Wildstorm – Dark silver tipped tabby tom with golden eyes (and some flecks of black and platinum fur)
Tigerheart – Black tom with bright blue eyes
Apprentices:
Ravenpaw – Black tom with a white belly and paws
Snakepaw – Orange tabby tom with unusually long canines
Queens: (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)
Mistfur – Light calico lightly tipped with white, has beautiful blue eyes
Sparrowflight – Pale tabby with black and white flecks
Elders: (former warriors and queens now retired)
Dawnflower – Pale grey she-cat
Lilyflower – Long haired white she-cat with orange patches
Snowpelt – Irregular albino tom, becoming blind
Prologue
Inside her, Mistfur could feel her kits moving around. She was thinking that there was going to be three, but she also knew that you could never really tell will kits. She remembered when she was just a kit, hearing her mom, Dawnflower, talking to the other mothers about how she thought she was going to have a nursery full of kits the way they were moving, and she only ended having two, one that had a birth defect and died right away.
While she was remembering this piece of her past, the other queen, Sparrowflight walked up to her and gave her a few quick rasps over her ears.
"Mistfur, you should be talking it easy." Sparrowflight meowed playfully "You know how close you are to your first kitting."
"I know, I was arranging my nest, and plus, isn't it me with the exploding belly?"
Sparrowflight gave a quick laugh before becoming serious again, "You know I'm right though?"
"Yes, your right." She purred "Its just I thought that I could use the exercise."
"You could, but that's what apprentices are for." Sparrowflight came over to Mistfur and licked her belly.
"Besides, you seem to be seconds away, you should stay lying down."
"Yes mother" Mistfur said jokingly.
Sparrowflight gave a purr of amusement and left to go and check up on her own kits.
Just as Mistfur was getting settled in her nest – Wildstorm – her mate came through the entrance of the nursery, he came up to her and started to clean her with long-powerful strokes of his tongue.
"How are you doing, my beautiful queen?" Wildstorm asked with a questioning mew.
"Fine, just fine other then my stomach feels like its going to drop through the ground." Mistfur cheekily replied.
Wildstorm's golden eyes were sparklingmischievously for a split second, before they were overrun with concern.
"Still, I want you to be resting, I don't you to be out of the nursery when you start kitting." He softly mewed with a mix of concern and pride in his voice.
"Yes Wildstorm, you're starting to sound just like Sparrowflight!!!" She let out a yowl of laughter.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wildstorm asked.
"She was also going on about how I should be lying down and stuff like that." She remarked.
"Well then, you should listen to both of us." He replied in a know-it-all voice.
"Ok then, if that's the way you feel go and fetch me some fresh-kill!!" Mistfur taunted him.
"Fine, be that way." He meowed over his shoulder.
Just as the tip of his tail disappeared behind the wall joining Mistfur's and Sparrowflight's nests, the movement in her belly started to get stronger and more frequent.
"Uh, Sparrowflight….. Can you come here?" she let out a hiss of pain. "I think I'm ready!"
"For what…." She stoped as she rounded the wall. "Mistfur!!! You're kitting!!" she yowled to call Wildstorm.
"Wildstorm!!! Mistfur's kitting!!"
Not even a minute later, Wildstorm flew into Mistfur's nest, panthing heavily and partially wet and a water vole hanging out of his mouth.After he droped the vole my Mistfur, him and Sparrowflight both said
"See, I told you to stay lying down!"
"Ha." Mistfur purred, her face contorted in pain. " I told you that you sounded exactly like Sparrowflight!"
Sparrowflight gave a quick glance at Wildstorm, who was starring desperately at his mate, then back at Mistfur.
"What's that about?" She asked.
"I'll tell you later, when I'm not under so much pain. It feels like StarClan them selves are making my stomach explode." Mistfur replied, her voice thick with pain.
"Oh, right, we need Longclaw, I'll be right back." Wildstorm left without another word.
"Yes, that will be good. Now, I'll just massage her belly, it may make it easier on her" Sparrowflight meowed partly to herself, partly to Mistfur.
When she started massaging Mistfur's stomach, she could feel the kits. She thought that she counted three, maybe Mistfur will be right.
"Ah that feels good Sparrowflight." Mistfur let out a sigh of relievement mixed with pain.
Wildstorm came charging in with Longclaw and Dawnflower.
"Has she had any yet?" He asked while looking around frantically.
"No, but Lonclaw, I hope it was ok for me to massage her belly, that's what I've been doing and she seems to like it." Sparroeflight meowed.
"Yes" Longclaw stated "It was the right thing to do. It helps to ease the pain and helps the kits come out."
"Then what's the difference if you do it or if Sparrowflight does it?" Wildstorm asked in a frenzy.
"The only thing that I can do is give her some herbs for the pain when she's done." Longclaw answered curtly. "And I understand that you are anxious, but you need to control yourself so that when your kits are born, so you don't scare them to death!" he added jokingly.
"Your right." Wildstorm mumbled, and then he went up to his mate and started to calm her down by licking her face and neck.
"You'll be fine…" He mumbled to Mistfur.All she could do now was mumble uncomprenecivly.
A few minutes later her first kit was born, and Wildstorm was ecstatic. He started to lick it vigorously to get the birth fluids off it.
"How lucky are you, Mistfur. It's a boy!!" Sparrowflight mewed excitedly.
"Don't be congratulating her now, she still has more." Longclaw hissed lightly.
All the time while everyone was fretting about or around Mistfur, Dawnflower just sat there, watching her daughter kitting her first litter, remembering her lost son.
"StarClan, please look after my daughters son, unlike Talonkit…" she trailed off her words as she heard yowl from Mistfur signaling that she had given birth to another kit.
"Sparrowflight, can you lick this one for me please?" Wildstorm was so busy with his first kit he could barely say anything.
"Sure." Sparrowflight purred as she thought of her own kitting that was just a couple days before. She also thought about her kits, Oakkit and Reedkit. She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of them playing together with Mistfur's kits.
Wildstorm was just finishing with his and Mistfur's first kit when Mistfur let out another loud yowl, then a sharp hiss to say that she had another kit.
"I'll take this one if it's ok with you, Wildstorm." Dawnflower asked politely.
"It's ok; one of Mistfur's kits should be able to get to know their grandma." Wildstorm purred with affection and pride for the helpless kit.
Breaking the moment, Longclaw declared "She is done now, her breathing is getting back to normal."
"Hey, she was right, she did have three kits!!" Sparrowflight jumped up to her feet."If it's ok with Longclaw…I go and tell Redstar the good news."
She took a side long glance at Longclaw, and he nodded his head. She was off quicker then a scared mouse.
"I also should be going, incase anyone else in our Clan needs help." Longclaw turned to go away , but stopped and meowed "If that's fine with you Wildstorm."
"As long as you know for sure that she's done kitting" he replied back.
"Yes, I'm sure…just remember to give her the poppy seeds I left by her when her breathing and scent is back to normal."
"I will." Wildstorm mewed.
As Longclaw was leaving, he padded up to his mate.
"So, how does it feel to be a mother to three wonderful kits?" Wildstorm purred in her ear.
"To tell the truth, it's painful and tiring." She meowed weakly.
Wildstorm gave a purr of laughter. "You'll be fine. You gone through a lot today.Here, Longclaw made me make sure I would give you this when your breathing became normal."
He pressed the poppy seeds into her mouth and she swallowed them.
"Here, I think that there are three kits here that want to meet their mom." Wildstorm purred gently.
Their three wide-eyed kits walked slowly up to their mom. All four of them had their mouths partially open to drink in each others scent.
The first born kit, already being a show-off to his brother and sister, padded up slowly to his mother. After a brief scent check he dived right in and started to suckle. Seeing their brother's confidence, the other two kits bounded right after him and started suckling greedily.
Mistfur lifted her head so she could see her three offspring.
"I shall call you Lionkit, Cloudkit and Mousekit….."
And she has a well deserved nap.
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I won't be adding a new chapter in a while because school just started and I will have homework (YAY!!!!...NOT…..).
If you have any ideas let me know!!! Also, read my other story "What if Hogwarts had MSN?" Flames to me are constructive criticism, but, of course I like nice reviews more!