This is a story idea I got when I was reading Warriors: Dawn of the clans: The Sun Trail and Clear Sky's mate, Bright Stream, got carried off by a hawk. Hope you will like it. Please read and review.
Bright Stream screeched as the hawk grabbed her haunches, pulling her away from Gray Wing. She tried clawing at it but it had her in a too firm grip. She looked back down to see Gray Wing run after her, he had almost caught up but just as he was about to reach her the eagle flew of the side of a cliff. The eagle flew away from the mountains and the rocks where the group was headed.
They had flown far as the hawk had been trying to lose the other three hawks. They were now flying over a forest . The hawk was very tired so Bright Stream tried to claw at it again and succeeded in letting it release her, but to late she realised that she was higher than she thought. As it let go she plummeted down
and down
and down
and down
and down
and down
before landing in a massive pile of snow. She was surprised to find that she was still alive and amazed that she hadn't been to badly hurt except for her paw. She was no healer so she didn't know what was wrong with it, but still she managed to get up and go and find shelter. She hadn't gone far before finding a big rock split open at the base, to form a tunnel big enough for a cat. She decided to try her luck and padded into the tunnel to come to a small cave big enough for a few cats. She curled up in the far corner, careful not to lie on her paw, and soon fell asleep.
She woke at sunhigh to hear two cats talking to each other, the first, a pale brown tom with dark brown stripes and hazel eyes, was saying "But Moth, why should we let her stay here, this is our den," The other cat ,Moth, a golden she-cat with amber eyes and white paws, replied, "Look, Owl she is hurt and the den is big enough for all of us." Owl said "But.." Moth cut him off "No buts she is staying, at least until she is healed." Owl muttered something under his breath that Bright Stream couldn't catch. She tried standing up, but the pain in her leg had worsened and she fell back into her nest with a sigh. Moth looked around to see that she was awake and padded up to her, "Hi I am Moth, who are you?" she asked curiously. "I am Bright Stream," Bright Stream replied, "And I come from the tribe." A kit popped up behind Moth and looked at Bright Stream curiously, "Why do you have such a funny name? And what is a tribe, is that where you came from?" Owl turned to the kit saying "Don't bother the poor cat Ginger." "This is Ginger." Moth introduced happily. I can see why she is called ginger Bright Stream thought admiring the kit's shinnig ginger pelt, with it's darker ginger stripes. Ginger stared at her with big bright green eyes. "Well," Bright Stream said thoughtfully, "Everyone in my tribe has a name like mine, except Teller of Pointed Stones, our healer, a tribe is where I used to live with many other cats where we protect and hunt for each other and older cats." "And yes, I do come from a tribe." she finished breathlessly. "Woah." Ginger said, her eyes wide with awe. Suddenly Bright Stream gave a loud shriek and Moth turned worriedly to Owl "Where is Leaf?" "I am here" the herb muffled voice came from a beautiful calico she-cat. She had dainty white paws and a white belly, muzzle and chest. She had stunning green eyes. "I think she is giving birth." Moth told Leaf. Leaf set down her herbs and bet down to exam Bright Stream before replying, "Yes she is and what I can tell there will probably be at least four kits."
It was sundown and Bright Stream was lying peacefully in a mossy nest, with five adorable kits suckling next to her. "They are beautiful." Leaf said, clearly exhausted from the long kitting. "Yes," Moth agreed. "What are they called?" asked an ecstatic Ginger. "Yeah what are you going to name them." Owl ask trying, but miserably failing to look uninterested. "Well I think I will name the oldest she-kit Cloudy Sky in honour of my mate, Clear Sky." Bright Stream answered thoughtfully. "Why don't you name the other she-kit Red Flower?" Ginger asked looking at the third born. "Ginger!' Moth scolded Ginger. "No, she is right, that is the perfect name for her." Bright Stream said to Moth then turned to Ginger "Thank you for the lovely name." "What about the other two?" Leaf asked. "You should name one." Bright Stream said to her. "What me?" Leaf replied, shocked. "Yes, I want to thank you for helping me." Bright Stream said firmly and confidently. "Well," Leaf said hesitating a bit, "How about Rain Storm for him?" Leaf asked pointing at the first born tom. "It suits him perfectly." Bright Stream answered softly. "I want you two to name the last two." she said to Moth and Owl. " How about Swooping Hawk for him?" Owl asked pointing at a tom with his tail. "Yes, perfect." murmered Bright Stream sleepily. "What about Rushing River for her?" Moth asked looking at a she-kit. "Lovely, Cloudy Sky, Red Flower, Rain Storm, Swooping Hawk and Rushing River."
Well that is the first chapter and now I will give the description of the kits(with eye colour) in the order that they were born in:
Swooping Hawk: muscular(for a kit) light brown and white with dark brown stripes tom. He has golden eyes(like Gray Wing).
Rain Storm: speckled gray tom with white paws and blue eyes.
Cloudy Sky: pure white she-kit with light gray patches. She has sky blue eyes.
Rushing River: blue-gray she-kit with a white chest and paws. She has piercing blue eyes.
Red Flower: red she-kit with gray patches that look like flowers and gray eyes.
If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask me in a review or a PM.