Hi I'm Echocave, this is my first story. I hope you like it.
Redfern walked through the trees; she needed to restock for leaf bare. The medicine cat's orange patches matched well with the red leaves of the trees. She stopped near the border. From here she could see the two leg's nest all bundled together. Redfern needed no guidance to find the juniper. She began to take the berries from the bush. Then she heard something. A rush of paws and a pitiful mew, the scent of blood quickly followed.
"Give us that kit!" She heard a tom snarl.
"No!" This time a she-cat, her voice sounded forced and tired, as if she had been running.
Redfern followed the mews to find three cats. All rouges. A red tabby she-cat was hissing protectively over a small bundle of gray fur. She was covered in wounds; a normal cat would be dead by now. But this she cat seemed to hold unnatural strength. She looked like a member of Tigerclan. Hissing furiously her fur was matted with her own blood, a fire in her eyes.
The other two were larger then her. One was black with white paws, the other tom was brown with dark stripes. They both stared at the she-cat with bewilderment.
"Give us the kit, come on. Nothing will happen to him."
"Like, I'll believe that! The kit is mine! Fang won't lay a paw on him!" The she cat screeched.
The brown tabby shook his head "Forget it," he advanced toward the she cat his muscles rippled over his ragged pelt. Redfern widened her eyes. The queen wouldn't have a chance.
The tabby struck out against the she-cat slitting her throat. The queen fell to the ground. The brown tabby licked his blood covered claws, and then bent down to pick up the mewling kit. The she-cat got up and then lashed her claws at his throat. The tom fell down dead.
The she-cat stood over the body breathing heavily, she picked up her kit and then made a few steps but fell again placing the kit in front of her.
The black cat made a move toward the kit. The queen threatened to get up. The black cat looked bewildered, the she-cat should have been long dead but here she was nearly torn to pieces, half her blood was on the ground. But the black cat wanted no chances, but if he went back without the kit….
Redfern ran into the clearing snarling angrily at the tom, who backed away, not wanting to deal with another she cat. He turned tail and ran away.
The she-cat looked up at the medicine cat "You are one of those Clan cats aren't you?" she asked.
Redfern nodded she looked down at the she-cats wounds. Recovery would be hard but….
'Don't try I know my body better then any other cat. I'm not going to survive." She nuzzled her kit.
"No you can't say that, you'll live I'm sure you will.' But Redfern's words were hollow. She was a medicine cat and she could recognize fatal wounds when she saw them.
The she-cat pushed a gray tabby kit towards the medicine cat. The kit opened its eyes they were a brilliant golden, it starred at Redfern.
"Please bring him up to be a noble cat. Not like them. Make him something better."
"I promise I will." Redfern said, she wrapped her tail around the kit. He was so young.
The she-cat closed her eyes finally setting into her final rest.
The kit tilted his head and mewed hungrily at Redfern not seeming to notice the faith of its mother. Redfern grabbed him by the scruff and turned around. She glanced back at the queen, when she had the kit settled in she would come back and give a true burial to the queen who had fought to the death for her kit.
