Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, but am a super fan! Some of the characters are mine. If you've read Warriors, you'll be able to tell which ones are mine, and which ones belong to Erin Hunter.
Oh yeah, let me explain the whole chapter thing. Chapters, (or sections,) belong under one head, for example all four parts to, "Bluetail's Day," are equal to a chapter. Oh, and at the end of some parts, it says, "dun dun dun, to be continued." But it doesn't say it on all of the parts. Just ignore those if they bother you, and I'm really sorry if they do. But anyway, enjoy!
The
Legend
Of the
Five
Clans
Book 1: The beginning
By Britni Jones
Meet the Characters
Cats outside Clans:
Bluetail: Blue-gray tom with blue eyes.
Snowy: Gorgeous snow-white she-cat with beautiful ice-blue eyes.
Earthpaw: Tan tom with black and gray stripes that look like claw marks. Has dark blue eyes.
Tigerpaw: Dark tabby tom with amber eyes.
Snowkit: White she-kit with ice-blue eyes.
Blackkit: White tom with black paws, ears, and tail tip. Has dark blue eyes.
Icekit: Silver-white tabby she-kit with blue eyes.
Brokenkit: Orange tom with a black zigzag on chest. Has green eyes.
ThunderClan:
Leader:
Bluestar: Blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes. Bluetail's littermate.
Deputy:
Redtail: small tom with a ginger tail.
Warriors:
Whitestorm: White tom.
Lionheart: Golden tom with amber eyes.
Patchpelt: Black and white tom.
Fuzzypelt: Black tom.
Apprentices:
Mousepaw: Brown she-cat.
Runningpaw: thin tom.
Longpaw: dark tom.
Queens:
Willowpelt: gray she-cat. (Kit: Graykit: longhaired gray tabby tom.)
Apprentice: Longpaw
Robinwing: Brown she-cat with red belly. (Kits: Dustkit: brown tabby tom. Ravenkit: Black tom with white spot on chest.)
Brindleface: pale gray she-cat. (Kit: Sandkit: pale ginger she-kit with green eyes)
RiverClan:
Leader:
Crookedstar: Brown tabby tom.
Deputy:
Leopardfoot: golden spotted she-cat.
Warriors:
Creamfur: cream colored she-cat.
Apprentice: Silverpaw
Apprentices:
Silverpaw: silver tabby she-cat.
Windclan:
Leader:
Tallstar: black and white tom.
Deputy:
Mudclaw: Brown tom
Queens:
Morningflower: gray she-cat. (Kit: Rainkit: rain-colored tom with gray specks around muzzle.)
Heatherfoot: honey colored she-cat. (Kit: Moonkit: cream colored she-kit.)
Bluetail's day
Part 1
This is me
I breathe in deeply, trying to calm myself. I look down at my gray- blue paws, crunching on dead and dried leaves. I'm trying to stay as calm as I can here. You see, I live in a clearing in the middle of the forest with my two sons, Earthpaw, Tigerpaw and my mate Snowy. The thing is, she's expecting kits any day now!
What's worrying me so much is that I went out into the forest to hunt with my sons. I had asked Tigerpaw to stay with Snowy, but as always his stubbornness overthrew the little kindness he had. So now, my mate is at home, all alone, the kits coming at any moment.
Well, enough about Tigerpaw, who wants to sit around all day listening to me jabber about my awful son? Earthpaw, on the other paw, is amazing!
My gaze moved to Earthpaw, a tan shape in the bushes, his ears were pricked, his eyes alert. Earthpaw is the best hunter out of us all! Why? That would be because he is special. He can do things that no other cat can do. Part of it is that he can smell anything that is on, or under the ground.
A cold wind buffeted my fur; much colder than a leaf-fall wind. I guess you could consider it leaf-bare now, it's so cold, and all of the prey has disappeared; except for the prey that Earthpaw has caught.
I began to sniff around, realizing that I had just been standing there. Suddenly my nose caught a mouth-watering scent. Squirrel. I follow the scent to a tree, thinking that there probably was a nest of them. I looked up the trunk, and tried to determine where the nest was. I bunched my muscles, and jumped. I extended my claws just in time to stay up in the tree. Clawing my way up, the scent got stronger with every step.
"Almost…. There. I've…. Got…. You…. Now…," I grunted, gritting my teeth. I took one step at a time, getting closer, and closer, and closer. I reached my paw inside. I could feel the soft fur, taste the juiciness, and see the happy look on Snowy's face when I brought her a fresh squirrel.
Suddenly there was a huge yowl. I chorused in with it in surprise, and too late I noticed that my claws were giving way. I fell from the trunk, my paws flailing hopelessly. I felt a huge throbbing pain in my back, I was sure I was dead. When I opened my eyes, Starclan warriors would be standing there.
I opened my eyes, waiting for my doom, only to realize that I was perfectly fine. I scrambled to my paws, looking around to see who had yowled. Then I saw it. A little ways away Earthpaw was facing a yellow tom.
"Wow, Earthkit, you sure aren't a kit anymore," I heard the tom meow. I charged up to the tom; no one, and I mean no one messes with my son! I ran until I was almost nose to nose with him, pushing past Earthpaw in defense.
"Who are you,and what are you doing with my son?" I demanded angrily.
"We were just talking," the tom meowed, confused at my anger.
"It's okay dad, we already know each other," Earthpaw insisted, walking closer. His face was clearly saying "It's okay." I nodded, but I still wasn't quite so sure.
"Then where did you meet him?"I asked Earthpaw. I was sure that Earthpaw had never even smelled the likes of this cat.
"Well, you remember that day when Tigerpaw and I were still kits, and we snuck out into the forest?" Earthpaw asked.
"Yes," I replied, remembering the day fully.
"That's when we met," Earthpaw meowed.
"So that's why you didn't get eaten up by Scratch in the first five seconds."
"Yep, I saved them," the tom replied. Suddenly remembering him, I asked him the most important question.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Acid," he replied.
"Well, Acid," I meowed, "I'm very sorry to interrupt you and Earthpaw, but we need to be getting home now."
"Oh, it's alright, I completely understand," Acid meowed "I need to go too. I've gotta find something to eat."
"Let's go, Earthpaw," I meowed. I turned on the spot, giving the toms time to say their farewells. A few moments later, Earthpaw joined me. "Come on Tigerpaw."
Tigerpaw popped his head out of a fallen hallow log.
"Look what I caught!" He exclaimed.
"Great," I meowed, not even looking at Tigerpaw. We walked in silence for a while, the only sound being the crackle of the leave under-paw.
Of course, I began to daydream, as I always do. I know there will be a kit just like me. Oh! He'll be a lot of trouble.
Yes, I used to be a big day dreamer, or still am. Yes siree I could see it now, that kit would be the trouble maker of the litter. I'd be sure to keep an eye on that kit.
"No way! Mine is way bigger!" Tigerpaw shouted. Tigerpaw's loudness brought me back into the present.
"What are you talking about? Mine is so big, it makes yours look like a mouse," Earthpaw meowed.
"Okay, okay, yours might be bigger, but mom will actually eat mine," Tigerpaw meowed.
"No, she won't! How could anyone get past those feathers?" Earthpaw asked.
"I know, we're asking dad, he'll know whose prey is better," Tigerpaw meowed "Dad? Whose catch is better? Mine or Earthpaw's?"
I sighed. "You're mother will like both of your catches." I walked ahead, leaving my sons behind. I didn't care if they followed or not; I had a queen to feed.
When I did get home, Tigerpaw and Earthpaw emerged just after me. "I'm giving my prey to mom," Tigerpaw taunted as he ran to the den.
"Not if I can help it!" Earthpaw called chasing after his brother. A few seconds later, I heard them gasp.
"D-d-d-dad, I t-think y-you s-should s-see t-this," Tigerpaw meowed, sounding really scared. He stepped away from the den, and sprinted to his own, blubbering like a lost kit.
I walked up to the den entrance, feeling confused. What on earth could be wrong? Earthpaw cleared a space for me, looking solemn. He was not smiling.
I stepped closer in confusion, and then peered into the den. Snowy was lying there, but no, she was not feeding a lovely new born litter of kits, and there was no Bluetail Jr. Snowy was lying there, her body stiff, and already turning cold, just like the color of her eyes.
Ice blue. I remembered her eyes, and how they used to sparkle, how they used to captivate me so much.
But now, I would never see her eyes again. I would never speak to her again; she was dead.
To be continued….
Bluetail's Day
Part 2
Missing
I stared down blankly at my mother. She wasn't moving, or even breathing for that matter. She was dead, and had died before I had even gotten to meet my brothers and sisters.
I watched as my father stared at my mother's closed eyes. I could see so many emotions in his eyes, and I remembered the one time when my mother had told me about eyes. I closed my eyes, remembering.
"Then, I looked down on the ground, and there was a tom there. He looked up at me, and his deep blue eyes met mine. That moment was magical. I swear that Starclan made that moment special for us," Snowy said.
"But why when you met eyes?" I asked.
Snowy looked perplexed at this question, "Well, because eyes are what make the connection, Earthkit. They're what tell us what's happening; they can tell us anything."
"Wow," I said, "So they're like a secret language?"
"In a way," Snowy laughed her light sparkling laugh.
Snowy's laugh echoed in my mind as I opened my eyes. My gaze moved over to Bluetail. He was still staring at Snowy, unmoving. I could tell that he was trying as hard as he could not to break down in front of me. Feeling too sad to look at Bluetail any longer, I moved my eyes to Snowy.
I stepped a few paces closer, and from the corner of my eye, I could see Bluetail stiffen. I sat down at the entrance to the den, staring at Snowy. My gaze moved from her soft, snow-white fur, to her closed eyes, her front paws, and finally, her belly.
I almost jumped back in surprise.
Lying there next to Snowy, almost invisible next to her, were four tiny kits. I stepped a little closer, this time ignoring the fact if Bluetail stiffened or not. I crawled closer to them, and was able to sniff the closest one.
It was a tiny orange tom, lying on his stomach, eyes shut tightly. He wiggled around, searching for a source of food. I pushed my nose into his light fur. I could feel his heart beating. He's healthy.
After finding the other four and checking all of them, I turn to Bluetail.
"Dad?" I asked. He looked at me quickly, "Snow-well, Mom…she had kits."
"Kits?" He asked himself, his voice sounded hoarse. He looked around "Where? Are they alright?" He suddenly seemed like himself.
I nodded, "Yes, but they're hungry. They're in the den." I moved out of the way to show him.
Bluetail's gaze moved to the den, and he cringed when he was reminded of Snowy's death. He stared at the kits for so long; I thought that he was frozen.
"Bluetail?" I asked. He turned to once again, "What are we going to do?"
"You said that they were hungry? We're going to feed them," Bluetail replied, and then muttered, "Anything to keep Snowy alive…"
"Kits?" I saw Tigerpaw appear from our den across the hollow, "Mom had kits?" He padded a little closer, "If they're hungry that's too bad; there aren't any queens around here. That is, unless you want to go scrounging around Twolegplace for one!" He laughed at his own lame joke. Bluetail and I just stared at him.
"That's it!" Bluetail exclaimed, "Twolegplace! I'll go to Twolegplace!" He turned to us, "You two will stay here with them and make sure that they're safe. Keep the warm; leaf-bare is extremely dangerous for kits. I'll be back when I find a queen."
"B-b-b, warriors don't stay with kits!" Tigerpaw exclaimed. I could instantly see more than one reason why Tigerpaw was trying to back his way out of this situation.
Reason number one: His lifelong dream to become the best Thunderclan (my dad's old home, which is a group of cats) warrior ever. In his mind a warrior never has to protect kits, clean up, or even care about anything. A warrior does whatever he wants whenever he wants. Thing this is,a real warrior is the exact opposite of that. A real warrior protects the kits all the time, cleans up whenever's there's a mess, and cares about the whole clan.
Reason number two: He was scared of something.
How I know this? I have…well abilities, you could call them. I'm able to lift rocks, and control things in the ground. I can hear prey moving on the ground much better than a normal cat. I can spray dirt (earth.) from my paws, and even fly because of that. I have great flexibility, and athletic skills.
It does sound cool, but it can be hard too. For one thing, I have to keep it a secret from Tigerpaw. Bluetail and Snowy know about it, but for some reason Bluetail didn't want me to tell Tigerpaw. I believe this is because Tigerpaw would be jealous. When he gets jealous, things could get out of paw.
The whole reason I have powers is because of my mom. She once told me that her ancestors came from the mountains. She said that they live in some tribe or something. Anyway, her grandmother was captured by twolegs, and then her mother was born. That's why she was born a kittypet. So that's where the powers came from. The tribe is the reason Snowy had powers, and therefore, me.
"Tigerpaw I'm counting on you, if you don't stay it will be too late!"Bluetail was saying to a blubbering Tigerpaw.
"B-b-but what if whatever killed mom, comes and gets us? We don't know whose next!" My mouse-brained brother exclaimed.
"You mouse-brain!" Bluetail exclaimed "She wasn't killed! She lost too much blood giving birth, because SOMEONE wasn't there!" He made it obvious that "someone" meant Tigerpaw. Tigerpaw shrank back guiltily, and looked at Bluetail with pleading eyes.
"Well I didn't mean-"Tigerpaw stopped mid-sentence; he knew it was useless; he was defenseless with nothing to say. "I-I-I'm sorry."
For a moment, I saw pure shock in my father's eyes. That was the first time that Tigerpaw had ever apologized. It was not until up to this moment that I realized that my mouth was gaping. I closed it, and hoped that no one had seen. That one moment had passed, and my father's eyes were angry again.
"Well, 'sorry' doesn't bring Snowy back, now does it?"
"No," My brother meowed quietly, hanging his head.
"Well then I suggest that you go and stay with those kits. Unless you want there to be five deaths," Bluetail meowed sternly.
"Okay," Tigerpaw meowed, walking into the den. He walked slowly, his tail hanging low. I followed him, not having anything to say.
I settled down in my parent's den next to my new siblings, and dead mother. I looked at them for a moment, and then looked back up and watched my father disappear into the bushes.
I looked back down at the kits; two toms and two she-cats. They were perfect. One little orange was tom wriggling his small paws in the air, searching for milk. The other tom, a white one with black paws tail-tip and ears was fast asleep next to his brother. Another she-cat that was white with silver tabby markings. She was flicking her stick-like tail as she tried to stand. I knew that she was much too young to stand yet, but I was glad at her determination. My gaze moved to the last kit. She was also a white she-cat. She was lying closest to my mother's body, and she was almost invisible against their matching fur. I peered closer to her, and like she knew I was looking at her, her eyes opened.
At first I was purely shocked; kits shouldn't be able to open their eyes at this stage! Then it wore away to realization. Her eyes were the exact same color as Snowy's.
Bluetail's Day
Part 3
Getting help
I kept running. Nothing was going to stop me from saving those kits. I had to get to Twolegplace, and fast. The only problem was that I hadn't actually been to this Twolegplace. I had only heard of it. I was just going to have to rely on my wits on this one. I could only hope that there actually was a Twolegplace nearby.
Finally, my luck turned up. I could smell the distant smell of Twolegplace. I slowed my pace a little, sensing that the end was near. Soon, I recognized the familiar brown planks that formed the fence around Twoleg gardens. I walked up to it, and looked up.
Should I climb here? What are the odds that there's a queen here? I guess it's a good place to start.
I pushed my claws into the thin wood. Piece of prey I thought. I pulled upward, determined to make it.
You see, I have a bad history with climbing things. There was an incident when I was a kit. I was scared when I was trying to climb something, and I've never been the same since. I can't climb something without this dramatic scene playing through my mind. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
For the kits…for Snowy!
Feeling as if I had barely moved at all, I noticed that I had almost made it to the top. I smiled at my accomplishment, only to remember how small it was.
"Ha!" Suddenly a small furry head appeared over the top of the fence, startling me like crazy.
I screeched and felt my claws give way. I fell to the icy ground, knowing that this time for sure I was dead. I was gone. Earthpaw and the kits would die without me. I'd never come, and they'd be stuck there all alone, and die!
This thought made me open my eyes. I stood up.
"NO! Earthpaw!" I shouted, "NO! He's going to die!"
"Um, mister, are you okay?" I jumped and then found the source of the voice. It was the kit who had startled me.
"Oh…um, yes, perfectly fine," I informed her.
"Okay," She said, and then her worried expression turned to one of triumph, "Ha! I knew someone was climbing our fence! Wait till I tell Rusty and Tiny! That'll show 'em!"
"Excuse me, do you live here?" I asked, interrupting the kit's conversation with herself.
Her chocolate brown gaze moved to mine, "Yep," the tiny she-cat replied.
"Do you live with your mother?" I asked. Knowing Twolegs, I knew that they gave away a queen's kittens when they got to a certain age.
"Yes, but why'd you ask?" the she-cat asked, perplexed. "Don't you have Housefolk of your own?"
Ah, the common word that Kittypets use for Twolegs. But anyway, I had to think this over. I could tell her the truth: I was no Kittypet, didn't have any Housefolk, and therefore was a wild cat. That would lead to her being completely terrified of me. My other option would be to tell her that I was a Kittypet, and was lost. I didn't like that idea. I'm very good at lying, and I don't think I could make a very convincing Kittypet, even to a kit.
"Well," I replied, thinking quickly "never mind that. I need your mother to feed my kits."
"Oh, okay, I'll go and get her," the tiny she-cat meowed. Of course she would be willing to help; she was a kit, and hardly knew what danger was. I shook my head as I heard her claws slowly scraping down the fence. Then, I heard the patter of paws on the soft moss-like grass inside the garden.
Soon, I could hear more cats coming across the garden. They paused, and a clear, smooth, soft voice called over.
"Come on over the fence. I'd like to talk to you," It said.
I looked up at the fence as it loomed over me. I started to shake, but stopped myself. There was no way that I'd be scared of the cats on the other side of the fence. I'd just have to be scared of the fence itself.
After a few attempts of trying to climb the fence, I finally got over. I jumped down. The soft, spongy grass felt good on my tired paws.
It's some deal these Kittypets have. Everything here is so…serene.
I looked at the she-cat cat in front of me. She was a beautiful brown tabby. By beautiful, I mean… well… Just dazzling! She sat in front of me, her slender body so perfect. Her green eyes were filled with an emotion I could not tell.
I had to tell myself repeatedly that I was on a mission. Then I remembered my Snowy, and suddenly this she-cat in front of me seemed dull.
"Hello," She meowed, her eyes squinting, I could tell she was a little hesitant, "my daughter says that you need our help." At the mention of her daughter, she wrapped her tail around her kit, protecting her.
"Y-yes," I meowed, though I could barely get it out. I shook my head to clear it. Concentrate, Bluetail I thought, kits…Snowy… The she-cat looked confused for a moment.
"You don't?" she asked "then what are you here for, to steal our food? To hurt my kits?" She was going overboard here. Kittypets are too protective.
"I do need help," I corrected ,"My kits need milk. And I'm not going to hurt you."
"Alright," she-cat relaxed a little, but still protected the young kit. "I could feed them, but I don't want my kits to get fleas."
"Trust me," I said, "my kits don't have fleas."
"I don't know," she said, still a little hesitant, "My Housefolk might not like it. Extra mouths to feed…"
"As soon as they're old enough to eat fresh-kill, they'll leave. I'll take them with me; you'll never have to see them again," I tried to convince her, "Your Two-uh-Housefolk won't even notice."
"Well..maybe," She said.
I was about to give up. Why are Kittypets so….hesitant? Is there something wrong with you? I couldn't think of anything else to convince her. Suddenly, the last thing I would ever have said to her slid off of the tongue, "Thank you so much."
The she-cat's wary gaze suddenly turned warm as she smiled.
"You're welcome," She replied, "Alright, just bring your kits here. I'll feed and take care of them for as long as you need. When you come back, just call for Star."
For a moment I just sat there. I was so shocked at what, 'thank you,' had done for me. Wow, I gotta' use that one more often.
"Um, are you okay?" Star asked.
"Oh!" I jumped up, "Um, I'll be right back," I turned to go. Then I remembered one important thing, "My name's Bluetail," I added.
"Alright, Bluetail, I'll see you soon, then" Star meowed, who seemed in a much better mood. She herded her daughter back inside the Twoleg nest. As she did, I heard her call.
"Oh, Bluetail? How many kits are there?" She asked.
"Four," I replied, smiling.
I raced back to my home, my paws feeling like wings. I felt like I could go anywhere. My kits would be safe! I my smile broadened; I was a father! Okay, okay, maybe it was for the second time, but it was still magical. I had more children! For some reason my happy thought couldn't be destroyed by Snowy's death at the moment.
Suddenly I stopped. Snowy. Snowy had powers. Earthpaw has powers. Earthpaw is Snowy's son. These kits are Snowy's children. What if they have powers?
To be continued…..
Bluetail's Day
Part 4
A new home
I opened my eyes sleepily.
I must have dozed off. Oh no! The kits!
I sat up frantically, only to realize that Tigerpaw was still awake, and the four kits were curled up together, sleeping. I relaxed and sighed in relief. I laid back down, and noticed that Tigerpaw's eyes were fixed intently upon the bushes.
Could he be feeling the pride of a true clan warrior? Nah. No way; that's impossible. But then again…it's not like Tigerpaw's hopeless. He can fight and hunt. He's just a little jealous sometimes, and can't always see other cats' points.
Then, I saw the bushes rustle.
Ah so that's why he was watching the bushes…he could tell something was coming.
I saw the rainy, cloud colored fur that was hidden inside the prickly brambles. Soon I saw the familiar face of my father. He looked out of breath, but his eyes shone with excitement. As he tore through the bushes, a leaf-bare gust of wind ruffled my fur. I looked up to see small flurries dancing down the wind, and onto the ground. I heard a faint squeak from a kit, and looked to see the white she-cat looking at the sky, and the snow.
She likes it. I smiled.
"I found a queen!"Bluetail exclaimed, who was now closer to us. His blue-gray pelt was now sparkling with snowflakes.
"That's great!" I replied.
Bluetail then explained everything to us; where we were to go, and what we were to do.
"Let's go!"I picked up the tiny orange tom in my jaws. I held him carefully, knowing how fragile kits can be. I gestured gently for Tigerpaw to pick up the other tom.
At first he looked hesitant to pick him up, but he did eventually bend down and pick the kit up. I was surprised at how gentle he was towards the small bundle of fur.
I guess he has a soft spot for kits.
"Before we go, I want to warn you, be very careful out there; it's snowing," Bluetail meowed. Since me and Tigerpaw was each holding a kit, we could only nod our heads slowly. "Good." Then, Bluetail stretched his neck down slowly, and picked up the two she-cats. We were ready to go.
Finally I thought as the brown planks of the fence came into focus. It felt like we've been walking for moons. My whiskers were frozen solid. Tigerpaw had slipped twice on the way; we were lucky that he had held the kit he was carrying high up so that it was safe.
"This is the place," Bluetail meowed, "Can you two climb and hold the kits at the same time?"
"Of course we can," Tigerpaw meowed through gritted teeth, though it sounded more like, "fuf' nourse ne nan." I tried to stop myself from laughing, and made my way over to the fence. I jumped up and started to climb.
When I was about halfway up, Bluetail came up after me. I kept climbing, when I got to the top, I sat there, waiting for the others. When Bluetail was about halfway up, Tigerpaw began his climb.
I was surprised at how normally he climbed. Usually he has to play some joke on Bluetail of me.
Then suddenly Tigerpaw pressed his belly closer to the fence and slithered much like a snake. Behind the kit's fur, I saw a huge smirk slide onto Tigerpaw's face. I wanted to call out in warning, but I would drop the kit. I could only sit there and watch the deed about to be done.
Tigerpaw reached up his paw, claws fully unsheathed, and whapped it directly onto Bluetail's tail.
Bluetail let out a cry of pain, holding his head back. I looked up at the sky, not believing Tigerpaw.
Then I noticed that there were two giant snowflakes falling from the sky. My eyes widened in fear; they weren't snowflakes; they were kits!
My instincts reacted before I even knew that they were. I jumped into the air, hoping that I could catch my two sisters Through the thickening snow, everything was a blur, but that wasn't about to stop me. Then I felt the soft pelt of a kit on my chin, and careful not to drop the tom, grabbed the she-kits in my jaws. I quickly dropped to the ground, and turned around to face the fence.
In front of me Tigerpaw still clung onto the fence, his face was turned towards me, his mouth gaping. Somehow the kit was still clinging onto Tigerpaw.
Bluetail was lying on the ground, staring at me wide-eyed.
"H-how did you do that?" he managed to ask, though he knew the answer. I didn't reply, because I didn't know what to say, and my mouth was full with kits. I sort of shrugged; I was itching to get on with it. I came to the fence, climbed over the tip, and jumped onto the ground.
Wow that time was a lot quicker than the first.
I shivered; the grass was so spongy, it was like nothing that I had felt before. Soon, Tigerpaw and Bluetail came over the top of the fence. Bluetail looked like he had recovered from the epidemic, but Tigerpaw still looked a little bewildered.
I pricked my ears; I thought I had heard something.
"St-?" my father meowed, but was cut off by a sharp, high-pitched shriek.
A tiny orange tom sprang from the bushes. His fur was pushed up in different ways, like he had slept on it and hadn't allowed his mother to groom it back. "Get out! This is my garden!" He puffed himself out as if he were in a real battle.
My father padded over to me, a little confused at our welcoming party.
"Dad, are you sure this is the right place?" Tigerpaw moaned.
Bluetail didn't have time to answer; out of the bushes, stepped another orange tom-kit. Instead of bright green eyes, this kit had blue eyes, and unlike his brother, was very small.
That must be the runt.
"Rusty, what are you doing?" he asked the bigger tom. Rusty didn't turn to the other kit when he replied.
"Defending our garden."
Then, I saw streak of tabby fur near the entrance to the Twoleg nest. There was a flash of brown, and there in front of me was a beautiful brown she-cat. She ran towards the Rusty, and picked him up by the scruff. She sat him down next to her and began to lick him vigorously.
"You are a very naughty kit," She scolded in between licks. Then, she seemed to notice we were there. "Oh! I'm so very sorry about Rusty, he can very energetic at some times." Then she turned her head to the other kit.
"Tiny, can you please go back inside? Rusty and I will just be a moment," The she-cat mewed lightly.
"But, mom, who're these weird cat?" the small orange kit asked with his wide blue eyes.
"Tiny!" the she-cat said a little more forced, "Back inside!" The kit instantly sped back inside the Twoleg nest.
"That's alright," Bluetail meowed, " You're going to save my kits. It's no problem to meet yours." Bluetail side-glanced at me, "Oh yes, these are my two sons Tigerpaw and Earthpaw."
"Those are weird names" Rusty meowed. Looking at me with a strange, puzzled glance as his leaf colored eyes shone with interest.
"Rusty," His mother scolded him yet again "Don't you be rude; or you'll have to go inside." The tiny orange kit shut his jaws instantly. Then the she-cat turned back to me, Tigerpaw, and Bluetail.
" Thank you, Bluetail," She said, and then said, "It's very nice to meet you two. My name is Star. And as Bluetail has probably told you, I'm going to help by feeding your brothers and sisters. " Then, suddenly she stood up and exclaimed "What are we doing out here in the snow? Let's go inside." She turned on the spot and led us inside the nest through a weird flap thing.
When my front right paw hit the ground on the other side of the flap, I froze. The ground was smooth, bright orange, and had squares all around the floor. The squares were like nothing I had seen before. It felt like ice, only it was the wrong color. I blinked in confusion, only to be bumped by Tigerpaw from behind.
"Nurry up!" Tigerpaw said through the soft fur pelt of the kit he was holding. I squeezed through the flap, and started to follow Star and Bluetail who were in front of me. I was walking across the tiles, when my paw bumped into something. I looked at my paw, and next to it was a dark brown post. When I sniffed it, I recognized it as wood.
What would Twolegs do with wood?
Three other posts stood next to it, which formed the corners of a square. On top of the posts, lay a flat surface. On top of that surface stood another surface.
Do they sit in them? It seems the right size…
Five more of these things stood around a huge flat surface which was supported by four tall posts. I could see the fluffy tops of flowers on top of the flat surface.
"It's called a table," Star explained, turning around. I guess she had seen me staring at it. I padded over to where she was waiting with my father. Star plopped down on top of a fluffy pink thing.
I could visibly see Star relax when she lay down on the squishy thing.
Is this where she sleeps? On the front of the fluffy thing were some weird engravings. Maybe it was some weird Twoleg writing.
"You can set them down, Earthpaw," Star meowed, looking up at me.
"Oh," I said, realizing that I had been lost in thought. I gently placed the kits in front of Star. I stepped back to let Tigerpaw set down the kit he was holding.
The kits squirmed in confusion for a moment, then followed the scent of milk, and began to suckle.
All except one.
The white she-kit lay in her back, and refused to eat. She sat shivering instead.
Rusty watched excitingly, happy to watch the tiny kits eat. Then he noticed the last kit.
"Why won't she eat?" He asked.
"I don't know," Star meowed, yawning.
"She needs to eat!" Rusty exclaimed, and he looked very concerned for the tiny white bundle.
"She'll be fine," Rusty's mother assured him, "she'll eat when she's gets hungry enough."
"No, she won't! She's hungry now!" Rusty ran around the room, throwing some kind of fit. He lashed his tail, batted his paws, and hissed in frustration.
"Rusty!" the kit called Tiny mewed, "What's wrong?" Rusty ignored his brother. Then, he got a look on his face, as if he had gotten an idea. He walked slowly up to the she-kit, craned his neck low, and gently touched his nose to hers.
The reaction was instant. The tiny she-kit's eyes opened. Those blue pools shone with curiosity. I looked at Bluetail, and when he saw those eyes, I could see tears verging across his eyes.
"Please eat," Rusty pleaded. I didn't' hear him say it, all I saw were his lips moving.
The she-kit stared at him for a moment, and then crawled over and suckled so softly she might not have even been there at all.
Suddenly something sparked inside my stomach. When Rusty touched noses with the white she-kit, suddenly something dazzled me. I had a feeling that my new sister and Rusty had some connection.
To be continued…..