Hi again my friends! Of course it's me, catspider12 here.
This story is based off my yellow-lab bulldog mix,(Labulldor is what I call it) Tucker the puppy.
I call him the green labulldor for three reasons: 1. He loves green, 2. He once got so covered in grass stains I couldn't see the yellow, and 3. His eyes bulge out of his head when he's hyper like a frog.
I hope you enjoy this story!
Quailsplash crouched with her fellow medicine-cats and pressed her nose to the moonstone. She felt the strange cold tingle of the stone on her nose as she drifted to sleep.
"Quailsplash", she heard her name being called by what seemed the wind, slowly whisking in her ears and getting louder and louder until she could she several cats shouting her name, "Quailsplash", she recognized some of the cats in the crowd. A tortoiseshell tabby she-cat named Redheart and a yellow-striped tom named Tawnyclaw were some of the first cats she noticed first.
"I am here cats of StarClan", she mewed, padding up to the starry shapes, "What do you have to share with me this Half-moon?", they all stared as she walked slowly forward, watching her in eerie silence.
"As sunlight breaks the darkness, the Frog will be the stone that breaks the tide of red and white", Redheart murmured softly.
Once again, StarClan's prophecy made no sense. Quailsplash felt her paws flying off the ground, the dream melted away into darkness.
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Kinkedtail was a grumpy, old, elder with a sleek black pelt and yellow eyes. He had always loved the forest and had grown up by it. But he had one place that he could go to get out of clan drama, his little sunny hollow. It was a little crevasse that seemed to have been dug into the thick, hard earth by twolegs. He thought that because the dirt was smooth with no paw marks in sight.
As he neared the corner that lead to the hollow, he heard a soft mewling. A large, yellow, newborn tom kit was inside the hollow. It was squealing and squirming in the hollow, it's yellow pelt glittering in the sunlight. His eyes were still squeezed shut and his ears were plastered to his head.
Kinkedtail grabbed the kit by the scruff and started once again back to his camp.
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"You found WHAT!", roared Heronstar.
"A kit, Heronstar", mewed Kinkedtail, "A large, newborn, kit."
"Put the scrawny lump of fur in the nursery with Mothreed, she had her kits while you were gone", said Heronstar reluctantly, "We will discuss this more in the morning", he strutted of to his cave, grumbling with rage.
Kinkedtail did as he was told and picked up the kit. It's fur was soft as he grabbed it's scruff with his jaws. The kit seemed bigger than your average newborn kit, it was probably at least twice the size of Mothreed's newborns.
As he carried it to the nursery, he saw a pair of eyes staring at the little thing. Mapleleaf had always not had a taste for kits. Although with this one, her eyes were filled with hatred. Kinkedtail ignored this and walked toward the nursery with the kit in his jaws.
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"Please", pleaded Kinkedtail to the new mother, "Can you nurse this kit? I found it in the hollow starving, cold, and alone."
"Of course", mewed the silver she-cat, "Oh you poor thing", she cooed to the kit.
"Thank you", mewed Kinkedtail, relieved that the kit would be safe in ShadowClan.