Hi everyone, this is my first chapter, I'm sorry I took so long, =P. Thank you to all you people who gave me OC's, I used almost all, but I need more. I do not own warriors, Erin Hunter does.
R&R
~Willow Out
Stormbreeze's POV
Liontail raced past Stormbreeze with a wild look in his eyes. "These cats have no honor, Silverstripe is dead or dying! Fight like rouges! Kill, or be killed!" Stormbreeze drew in a gasp. Silverstripe was her best friend, she had kitted the day before, Liontail was the father.
"And the kits?" She asked shakily, scared for the answer.
"The kits are fine," he growled.
"Thank StarClan!" She said this to Liontail, but he had already rushed over to defend the nursery. She started towards it, but a large tom pinned her down. She struggled under his grasp, seeing Tigersong, a former nursery queen join Liontail, swiping furiously at the attacking rouges. She thought about the tiny kits in the nursery, and found her strength to struggle away.
She ran towards the nursery, but a brown tabby almost twice her size pinned her down. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tawny spotted blurr, and realized that it was Leopardwing, an elder. An elder, a former queen, and a brave young warrior, all united to serve one purpose, defending the nursery.
"Stay here," a brown tabby tom growled, pinning Stormbreeze in a way so that she could see the struggle outside of the nursery, but couldn't help. "Hey Crow, wanna help," the big tabby said to a smoky black tom with bright amber eyes.
"Sure thing, Jag," the black cat said, and charged the nursery. Leopardwing threw her body between Crow and the nursery. The smoky tom was battering her, but Leopardwing hadn't lost any of her warrior strength. With a burst of fury, she snapped Crow's neck, he fell suddenly, scarlet lazily ebbing from his wound. Tigersong pressed against Leopardwing, and the two lay a challenging gaze on whoever else dared to attack the nursery.
Stormbreeze struggled as hard as she could, clawing at the ground, trying to pull away. Eventually she gave up and lay still, chest heaving.
"Crow, son, get up," a dark grey tom, who was most likely the leader pleaded the dead tom. "Please, live for me! Crow! You're alright! Get up," he pleaded in a pitiful tone, burriring his nose in Crow long smoky black fur. He raised his head and yowled to the stars.
He then leaped at Leopardwing, sending the small elder flying backwards. Tigersong dug her claws into his pelt and pulled him backwards, snarling.
Liontail was outside of the nursery attacking some tom who had wailed out that he was the brother of Crow, the dead black tom. His name was Coal, he was solid black and sleek. Liontail wounded him so badly that the chances of survival for him were slim.
Liontail trotted over to the nursery, slamming his paw against the smoky grey tom's jaw, most likely breaking it.
Stormbreeze put up a good struggle, and was almost free, when she saw out of the corner of her eye a huge paw coming down for a hard blow. That was when she blacked out.
Liontail's POV
Liontail fought furiously, his heart heavy with grief. Siverstripe, his mate, was in the nursery with the
medicine cat, he didn't know whether or not she was alive, a large black tom had wounded her badly, Leopardwing had killed him. Liontail watched as the smoky grey tom stood up slowly and painfully, Liontail had knocked his jaw pretty hard, and he was sure he had heard a snap.
Liontail took advantage of the tom's brief moment of weakness, throwing him backwards. More cats tried to push their way into the nursery. These cats are heartless! They want to hurt innocent kits! He thought, a huge ginger tom pushed past him. At least Leopardwing will push him away.
He looked over to the tawny elder to see that she was lying on the floor, bleeding freely, dead.
The ginger tom advanced onto Tigersong, dealing a blow to her throat that killed her too. They were only protecting the kits, he thought.
"Retreat," the smoky grey tom called out, but it was hard to understand because of his broken jaw. The rouges backed off. Finally, Liontail thought.
"They took Stormbreeze," Smokeclaw, the deputy muttered. Liontail was to tired to understand what Smokeclaw was saying. Liontail walked further to the softest place he could find, which was under a bush. He lay down underneath it, hidden, and found a pile of leaves, his wounds killing him. He lay down there, and closed his dreary eyes.
Brightpatch's POV:
Brightpatch sat beside Silverstripe in the nursery, her belly was swollen with her unborn kits. "Oh Silverstripe," she sighed sadly to the dying queen. "They took Stormbreeze." Stormbreeze was her best friend.
"No. No I won't hear that, no!" The queen's magnificent cerulean eyes were pools of sorrow. "Where is Liontail? Does he know that I am dying? Does he care?"
"I don't know," she murmured, her heart heavy with sympathy for the dying queen.
"I'll look for him," Smokeclaw, the deputy said. Brightpatch nodded her thanks, Smokeclaw would make a good leader someday.
"What will you name your kits?" Brightpatch asked gently.
"I won't name them without Liontail, but I was thinking Stormkit, for Stormbreeze, Leopardkit, for Leopardwing, and Tigerkit for Tigersong."
"Great names," Brightpatch said, but Stormkit somehow didn't fit, he was a golden tabby, he looked like his father, Brightpatch thought that Stormkit should be some variation of grey of black. Leopardkit was a tawny she, she had a striking resemblance to Leopardwing. Tigerkit also looked like Tigersong. She turned to tell this to Silverstripe, until she realized that the silver tabby she-cat was dead.
"I'm afraid I have bad news, Liontail is dead," Smokeclaw said.
"Silverstripe too," Brightpatch said. "She named the kits Leopardkit, Tigerkit and Stormkit, for the fallen, but I think Stormkit should be called Lionkit."
"Lionkit it is, then," the deputy said.
A few moons later… Leopardkit's POV
Leopardkit played with the mossball outside of the nursery. Birdkit walked out of the nursery, for the first time, his coat shining, clearly his mother Brightpatch, and Leopardkit and her sibling's foster mother, had cleaned him up for the occasion. Leopardkit, Lionkit, and Tigerkit had been bundled out of the nursery, by Brightpatch, who had made eye contact with Leopardkit and said, "It's his big day, so don't mess it up, okay?"
Leopardkit's mother, Silverstripe, had died in a recent battle, along with her father, Lionclaw, a former queen, Tigerstripe, and a brave elder, Leopardwing. All of them had died protecting the nursery, except for Silverstripe who was in the nursery, with Leopardkit and her siblings. The three kit were named after them.
At first, Brightpatch had nursed them, and loved them, until Birdkit and Stormkit, her own kits came along. Brightpatch still took care of them lovingly, except for Leopardkit, who she had developed a discrete dislike for.
Birdkit was very needy and spoiled, and Brightpatch fussed over him. Stormkit was the opposite, he hung with Leopardkit and her siblings. Leopardkit rebelled a bit, she hated needy spoiled kits. She may have hurt him pretty badly with her razor sharp tongue, or flicked burrs into his nest while he was sleeping, but that was no reason for Brightpatch to single her out. She had tried to earn the queen's affection back, she was fetched her prey until Brightpatch asked her to stop. She had offered to clean out her nest, but Brightpatch still didn't like her.
Birdkit was one moon younger than Leopardkit. He was two moons today. Brightpatch had kept him in for so long, because she was afraid he would get dirty or sick. Leopardkit thought that he needed to toughen up a bit. He skipped by the river, making his way to a group of warriors.
Leopardkit couldn't resist the temptation, and hurled the mossball straight at him. No one was looking at her. It hit him square in the side, and knocked him into the
river. Tigerkit had to stick her paw in her mouth to stop from uncontrollable giggling as Brightpatch and some other she's flocked to the river side.
"My kit, my kit! Oh my precious baby," Brightpatch whined as Thornheart pulled him out, drenched. Brightpatch shot a glare so fierce at Leopardkit, that she wished she could shrink into the ground. Birdkit shivered and coughed.
"Looks like kitty caught a cold," Lionkit muttered. Lionkit, Stormkit, and Tigerkit liked Birdkit as much as Leopardkit, but they hid their hate.
"He sure deserved it," Leopardkit muttered. Practically all the clan was crowded around the precious kit, making sure he was okay.
"Leopardkit, come here please," Brightpatch called, her voice strangely calm. Leopardkit padded over to the angry queen. "Birdkit, please, show Leopardkit your bruise." Birdkit turned to show Leopardkit an ugly purple bruise.
"It really hurts mommy," Birdkit whined in his stupid whiny voice.
"Aww, darling, I'll have it checked out by Brackenwing, the medicine cat, his job is too make you feel better." Birdkit nodded stupidly, as if this was new learning.
"He doesn't know that!" Leopardkit scoffed.
"It's not my fault no one told me," he squeaked.
"Even Tumblekit and Bouncekit know that," Leopardkit scoffed, Tumblekit and Bouncekit were half a moon old.
"What?" He sniffled.
"Just go see Brackenwing, okay sweetie?" Brightpatch kindly sent him off.
"Leopardkit, I am absolutely disgusted with your behavior, that was terrible!" With a sinking feeling, Leopardkit realized that she was only calm before because she didn't want precious Birdkit to hear her yell. "I disown you, I didn't ask Silverstripe to dump you on me!" She growled quietly so that only Leopardkit could hear, "Don't go running off to Leafsky, you don't deserve anyone.
R&R people, Question of the Day/Chapter:
Who is Cloudtail's daughter's mother's apprentice's half-brother's mate's mentor's Half-brother's mother's mate's kit's name?
Answer on the next chapter, whoever guesses gets a smiley token (c:) (My prizes are symbols in parenthesis called "tokens". You can copy+paste onto your profile if you can get the question right.
~Willow Out