Title: C o p y
Author: Midnight Thorn
Rated: T
Setting: AU
Summary: "I want to be just like you..." Little did Whitepool know, when her apprentice, Bluepaw, said that, she meant it. And Bluepaw will do anything to be like Whitepool. Anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.
Authors Note: Wanted to write a warriors horror story. Meh~
Prologue
T h e last snowflake. It fell, hitting the frosty earth with one single, soft thud. She watched it, her eyes glowing as it begun melting into the damped earth. Leaf-bare is officially over, she thought, sighing with some sort of content and relief. And not a moment too soon.
Her paws tingled with the need to move, so she complied, walking toward the entrance of BrambleClan camp. The bramble bushes - BrambleClan's namesake - easily snapped beneath her light treading, the snow and frost making their roots brittle.
Her eyes brightened with a charismatic flicker as the two guard cats chatted, expressions happy.
"Has Spottedflower kitted?" she asked, her spine fur tingling at the thought of the birth of her nephews or nieces, or even both!
"Of course, Whitepool," Thornwhisker, one of the guards, replied dryly, his tail tip twitching.
Whitepool purred, her day becoming even brighter than usual. I can't wait to see them! They could be tortoiseshell and white like Spottedflower…or blue-gray like Rainstrike. Or possibly have white patches like me! She puffed out her chest in pride, padding through the thorn barrier.
Though they were scattered around, Whitepool could tell that most of the clan was excited about Spottedflower's kits. Whitepool even spotted her mother a few tail-lengths away, disappearing into the nursery.
StarClan has blessed our clan with these lives, she thought as she begun to descend into the familiar pathway toward the nursery. I pray that they'll be great warriors - or medicine cat. Whitepool passed some other clan cats who padded away from the nursery, talking about the adorable bundles of fur that were inside.
"May I come in?" she asked as she reached the fox den, poking her head inside. Though she was partially blocking the way of light, she could still make out her sisters dappled and white fur and glowing yellow eyes.
Spottedflower rolled her eyes good-naturedly, "No, Whitepool, you can't see your niece and nephew. Of course, silly!" Whitepool just chuckled to herself, slipping inside.
The nursery was mostly cramped, with Spottedflower, their mother, Rainstrike, and the kits. Whitepool was itching to shake out the dirt from her pelt, but for the space and the kits sake, she ignored her pet peeve for once.
As she looked down at them, a smile grew on her lips. One of the kits was a wonderful black and white combination, while the other had their fathers blue-gray coat, but had little white toes.
"They're beautiful, Spottedflower," she murmured, touching the blue-gray kittens ear with her nose. The kit shivered, it's ear tip flicking. Whitepool opened her mouth to say something, but the kitten stilled, returning to normal. Whitepool just shrugged, regaining her composer.
"Yes, they are," Their mother, Dovefrost, purred, giving her daughters ear a proud lick. Whitepool blinked at her sister and mother warmly, before looking back at the small kits.
"What're you going to name them?" she asked, purring as the black and white kit mewed.
Spottedflower looked at Rainstrike for a moment, before looking at her two kits. "Well, for the black and white tom kit, I was going to name him Ravenkit, and the blue-gray she-kit, I was going to name her Bluekit," she mewed, shrugging. "They seem to fit them."
Whitepool purred, then smiled. "You're right, they do," Ravenkit and Bluekit…little warriors already! Whitepool smirked at the two kittens, nodding.
"I'll let you rest now, Spottedflower. You're probably exhausted, right?" she meowed, turning and climbing out of the nursery. She stretched upon getting out of the den, before finally shaking out the dirt from her pelt, that itch finally degrading. Ooh, thank StarClan that that itch's gone!
Whitepool begun walking away from the nursery, licking her lips in hunger as she saw the fresh kill pile. While walking, Whitepool suddenly halted as she heard something from behind her, a tail length away.
Snap!
A twig.
Whitepool looked over her shoulder, but froze once she saw Bluekit behind her. Whitepool blinked rapidly, but froze once again.
Bluekit was gone.
The warrior shook her head. I'm just seeing things…yes, of course. Kits can't walk at not even a day old. Whitepool smiled, shaking her head as she walked forward. Silly me. Bluekit can't walk.
Whitepool lifted her head, just in time as something fell on her muzzle. Her yellow eyes widened. A snowflake. Whitepool pawed at the snow, causing it to crumble beneath her soft blows. She shook out her fur, and bounded forward toward the fresh kill pile.
Bluekit walking…ha! I'm just seeing things.