Whispers, Dreams and Roses
Whisperkit, Dreamkit and Rosekit are some kits I made up on my profile. Their mother is Dawncloud and their father is Sunheart. Their uncles are Bouncetail and Hawktalon. Their aunt is Snowfern. Whispers, Dreams and Roses is about their lives in Thunderclan. But when a prophecy arises, will they be able to face up to the challenge?
Whisperkit suckled up to her mother. She hadn't yet opened her eyes. Neither had her sisters, Dreamkit and Rosekit. But she'd heard a lot of things. She lately found out that her mother's name was Dawncloud, and her father's was Sunheart.
She felt her mother move. She stopped suckling and stood up, stretching her legs. Her sisters did the same. She couldn't see them but she heard them move. Then she tried once again to open her eyes. It was always a never-ending cycle. She'd tug and tug and they'd stay closed.
So she tugged and tugged and - wait! They had opened! She looked around her, then up at her mother. She was a tortoiseshell with one black forepaw. She looked down at Whisperkit. Then she stifled a gasp. Her blue eyes glittered with wonder and excitement.
"You opened your eyes!" She seemed happier than Whisperkit had ever sensed her to be before.
"You did?" Rosekit squeaked in wonder. "You really did?" Rosekit made a few strains with her eyelids before her eyes popped open. She looked all around in wonder, her gaze resting on Whisperkit, taking in every detail. Whisperkit peered into her amber eyes, watching as they glowed and sparkled.
"I did it!" Dreamkit squealed. Whisperkit watched the last sister to open her eyes. She stared at everything like they were hedgehogs preparing for flight, and actually taking off. Her eyes were amber too. Whisperkit wondered what her eyes looked like. Then she saw a small puddle just outside the nursery. She padded over and peered into the puddle. She was amazed at how it reflected everything. She looked at her eyes. They were deep pools of green, like fields and fields of grass, stretching farther than the clan world. She kept on looking at herself. Dreamkit sneaked up and stood beside her. She twitched her whiskers in amusement. She and her sister were the exact opposite! Dreamkit was black with white spots, while she herself was white with black spots. Dreamkit seemed to of noticed as well. She purred gently, sounding just like Dawncloud while they fed on her milk.
Rosekit came up behind the two, pushing gently between them. She too peered into the puddle, her gaze turning from curiousity to wonder. Then a tortoiseshell head appeared over the top.
"Come on you three!" Dawncloud meowed, making Rosekit jump. "You can play later. Right now you may as well meet your denmate."
The three sisters followed their mother back into the nursery. A big black kit was bouncing up and down.
"Hi!" He squeaked. "I'm Shadowkit! I'm so glad you've finally opened your eyes! Now we can play!" Whisperkit stepped back.
"Shadowkit, they've only just opened their eyes. Let them adjust before you start playing." A soft voice flowed behind Shadowkit. Whisperkit recognized it to be Willowpelt. She looked at the she-cat she had listened to for many days, but never seen. She was a very pale grey colour and she had unusual blue eyes that Whisperkit couldn't describe.
Then she took a good look at Shadowkit. He was almost completely black, apart from the dark grey and dark silver spots on his belly. Then she looked in his eyes. They were blue. Blue like the sky. Blue like the puddle Whisperkit had looked into.
She turned and looked at her sisters. Dreamkit was staring at a flower just outside, while Rosekit kept glancing at the puddle with a thoughtful look on her face. Whisperkit looked around for something to do. She saw a small ball of moss by her nest. She trotted over and picked it up in her jaws. She carried it over to Shadowkit and dropped it at his feet. For a second he looked confused, before his face lit up. He prodded the moss ball so that it rolled towards Whisperkit. She knocked it back. She took a quick look behind her. Dreamkit had settled down beside the flower, purring, and Rosekit had gone over to the puddle.
She looked back just in time to see the moss ball coming towards her. She hit it back before it got near her.
"Wow!" He exclaimed, dodging the moss as it hurtled towards him. "That was amazing!"
"It was nothing." She squeaked, feeling annoyed at how shrill her voice was compared to his. She tried to speak deeper, but it came out gruff. "I can do better." Willowpelt stifled a laugh.
"Don't worry, Whisperkit. Her voice only stays like that for a while." She explained.
"But Shadowkit's voice isn't like that!" She squeaked in protest.
"Well, he's nearly an apprentice."
"Yeah, any day now." Shadowkit boasted. "Soon I'll be a warrior, just like Smokecloud!"
"Who's Smokecloud?" Whisperkit asked quietly.
"He's my father, and, oh, the deputy of Thunderclan!"
"Wow!" Whisperkit exclaimed. She wanted to be the best warrior ever. She wanted to be like Smokecloud.
Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Don't forget to review!