A/N Wow its been, like, forever since I last wrote a story on Fanfiction! Sorry about that (no Internet). You have no idea how much a pain in the neck this was to write. My mom had to go somewhere early this morning and took her iPad so my little sister would have something to do because she went too, so i couldn't type on that. My laptop is broken so I am currently typing this on the world's slowest laptop: My grandma's. But I just had to write this, it started as a random idea then I kept adding to it. Oh, and for anyone who read my one story with Snowflake and MoonClan; I gave up on it. I just didn't like how I wrote it. This story is the same clan only the deputy is a different cat. Hope ya like it!
"Congratulations Darkflower! One tom and one she-cat!" Maplepatch, MoonClan's medicine cat, told Darkflower, a black-furred, amber-eyed, queen who had just given birth to two beautiful kits.
"They're beautiful," Darkflower said, gently nuzzling her kits. The tom was white with gray patches and the she-cat was all black.
"Can we see! Can we see!" Duskkit, Dawnkit, and Shadowkit all ran in the nursery, tumbling over their own feet. Duskkit was a dark tabby tom with amber eyes, Dawnkit was a ginger-striped she-cat with green eyes and white paws and chest, and Shadowkit was a black tom with amber eyes. Their mother, Brightdaisy, shooed them all out side.
"For the love of StarClan! She just kitted! Give her a rest!" The queen's white and ginger fur fluffed out as she scolded her kits.
"It's ok, Brightdaisy, they can see," Darkflower beckoned the three kits with her tail over to where her kits were pressed against her stomach. They surrounded the tiny kits and let out happy mews of delight.
"They're so cute!" Dawnkit mewed and licked the tom kit on the ear. "Oh, I just love kits! I can't wait to have my own!"
"You still have a lot of time before you can even think about having kits," her mother told her, lashing her tail back and forth.
"You should name the black one Shadowkit, like me, because he looks like me!" Shadowkit bounced up and down excitedly.
"She. The black kit's a she-cat," Darkflower laughed at the bouncy kit.
"Alright, I think you've pestered Darkflower long enough. Out! Out!" Brightdaisy pushed her kits out of the nursery and into MoonClan camp.
"Guys! Let's go ask the elders to tell us a story about battling!" Shadowkit yelled and ran to the elders den, Dawnkit and Duskkit following close behind.
"Kits," Brightflower meowed shaking her head at her crazy kits.
"So, have you thought of any names?" asked Maplepatch. The tortoiseshell medicine cat had been smiling at the kits and now brought up the question all the cats were thinking of.
"I wanted to come up with names with their father, actually," the newest mother decided.
"Speaking of the father,"
A tall, muscular, snowy white, tom ran into camp with several other cats trailing behind him. "Dogs! Dogs are invading the camp!" as soon as he yowled the warning call, a whole pack of dogs leaped out of the pine trees and down the small ravine into MoonClan camp. The whole camp suddenly seemed full of screeching and running cats. Brightdaisy jumped through the ferns of the nursery wall and out of the camp with her kits running after her. All the cats of MoonClan evacuated as fast as they could. All except one queen. One queen and her weak, helpless kits.
One dog, a big shepard mutt, ran straight for the nursery. Darkflower desperatly tried grabbing her kits but she knew it was worthless. "Here kitty, kitty," the dog said in its rough dog accent with an evil grin. He was slowly stalking towards her. Darkflower knew what to do. It was her only option. Wether it would work or not was a whole nother thing. She flung herself at the dog, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. She dug her claws in the dog's muzzle and her teeth were latched on the dogs ear. The dog yelped in pain and flung the queen across the den with one swing of his jaw. The dog leaped at her and she scratched helplessly at the dog's face. But poor Darkflower made a fatal mistake: she showed her throat.
The dog laughed evily, its white teeth shining in the sun. "Stupid ass cat!" he opened his jaws and clamped down on Darkflower's throat. There was a crunching sound as her windpipe was crushed by huge, sharp teeth. She let out an eerie wail of pain, then the light in her amber eyes died out, and her entire body went limp in the dog's jaws. He flung her aside like a worthless scrap of fresh-kill. Blood oozed out of her wound and onto the ground, forming a large, scarlet, puddle.
The dog gazed towards the little scraps of fur that were Darkflower's kits. "So, the bitch has little bitches, eh?" He leaned over the kits, drool sliding down his chin. They mewed and squealed, not knowing what was going on, only wanting to nurse off their mother. Little did they know, they would never see their mother for the first time. "Mmm, breakfast!'" he parted his jaws to do the same thing to the kits as he did their mother.
"No!" A white blur steaked across the nursery and onto the dogs back. The dog jerked his head up and bucked the white cat on his back off and onto the ground, crashing into Darkflower's body. The cat was the father of the kits and would do anything to protect them and his mate. But as he looked over at what had become of his mate, he let out a wail of sadness. "Darkflower! No!" But he didn't have time to mourn over his dead mate.
"Yep. Dead. Deal with it. Now let me take care of these kits before I do that to you!"
"No! You will never touch my kits!'
"These brats are yours?"
"Yes, now leave them alone."
"Nah, knowing the father will be there to watch the show will make this all the more fun for me,"
"MRROOOWWWW!" the cat leaped at the dog but was imediatly thrown aside. He quickly got up and ran towards the kits. He knew what he would have to do. As quick as he could, he ran under the belly of the dog grabbed the gray and white tom kit and darted out of the nursery, into the camp, up the ravine, and into the pine forest.
There was no way he could have saved both kits: he only had time to grab one. He knew Darkflower and the black kit would hunt with StarClan, but at least he had the little tom kit. The dog didn't even bother chasing him, and the white tom sent silent thank you's to StarClan that he didn't.
At the nursery, the shepard mutt had its jaws around the black kits neck, ready to sink its teeth in flesh and blood.
"Bruno! Stop!" an elegant and beautiful collie stepped into the nursery, her long sand and cream colored fur forming a mane around her neck. Bruno dropped the black kit and glared at the collie.
"Dixie, didn't I tell you to stay at junkyard?"
"You lied to me! You said you and the pack were going hunting! How could you!"
"Why did you follow us!"
"I told you to leave the cats alone! They haven't done anything to harm us!"
"They are stealing are prey! They are on our territory!"
"So you ask them to leave! You don't kill them!"
"I am the leader of this pack! You will listen to me, bitch!" Bruno snapped at Dixie's muzzle, drawing blood. "I'm going out with the rest of the pack, now go home!" He ran out of the nursery and in the direction of the pack. Dixie looked at the little kit, it was mewling loudly and its neck was bleeding.
"Poor thing," she said licking its wound. She layed down next to it and pressed it against her belly to nurse. She had just lost her puppies to a badger and still had plenty of milk. This kit was clearly starving so Dixie just decided to help.
As she nursed the kit, she gently licked the blood off its neck and it started to purr. "Aww, aren't you just the sweetest little kitty!" The kit soon started to doze off and stopped nursing. Dixie got up and looked at the little she-cat. She knew the kits parents thought it was dead, and after all the pack chased the cats off, so it had no family...
Dixie grabbed the kit by the scruff of its neck with her teeth and ran out of the camp and into the forest.
A/N So did you like it? I don't think I did that good of a job on this, especially the ending. I guess i just really wanted to finnish. And it FINALLY is. Should i continue with this?
Anywhoodles, REVIEW OR A BLACK BEAR WITH A CHAINSAW WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND EAT ALL YOUR CHEESE AND CHOP DOWN ALL YOUR TREES!
Just a possibility.
~Dixie