Brook's POV
I woke up being next to my brother and sister.
"Look, Rock! Feather's opened her eyes!" My mother, Moss, exclaimed happily. My father, Rock looked at me pride shining in his eyes. I looked at my mother. She was a pretty brown tabby with ice-blue eyes and deep scar on her ear. My father was black and gray with green eyes, and he had large white paws.
"Can I go outside?" I asked. Moss shook her head.
"Wait for your brother and sister." She meowed. I pouted. I looked around. A tortoiseshell with yellow eyes is sitting in the corner.
"That's Jewel." My mother whispers to me. "She's having kits any day now." My brother wakes up and opens his eyes. His are dark green. He looks almost identical to me, except his pelt is a darker brown.
"Feather, this is your brother, Eagle." My mother meows. Feather, I like my name. My brother's is Eagle. An equal nice name.
"Can we go out now?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"So what's our sister's name?" Eagle asks.
"Blossom." My mother answers. Blossom looks exactly like my father, Rock. She opens her eyes now too. I open my mouth to ask, but my mother nods amusement glimmering in her eyes. A snow white kit and a pitch black kit come right in front of us.
"You must be the new kits! My name is Ice, and this is my sister, Night." The snow white kit meows.
"Moss, can we show them around?" Night asks calmly. My mother nods. I jump up, excited. Before we can go out, a dark gray tom runs to the entrance.
"Moss, hide the kits! The Salvagers are attacking!" He hisses. My mother pushes us to the back of the den, and Jewel puts herself in front of us. Moss and a white she-cat, who I think is Ice's is mother, ran out of the den. I whimper, fearfully. I hear my father voice, yowling at a cat, telling him to leave. My father's a true a fighter! I hear Moss, too, of course. I can tell she's fighting with a over sized tom, because of the way she yowling. Then all of the sudden a commanding yowl ran through the clearing.
"Salvagers, retreat!" I breathe a sigh of relief. But, I felt scared still. What if they come back? My mother looked fine, and so did Ice's. But, Jewel didn't, she fell to her side and moaned. She didn't even fight! What was wrong with her?
"Jewel?" I whisper, fearing that she is dead. My mother licks me sympathetically between the ears, as if saying, 'It's Fine she's ok.'
"She's having her kits! Night, quick get Pepper!" Ice's mother orders. A speckled brown and gray she-cat comes to the den with some yucky smelling stuff in her mouth.
"Jewel, there's going to be about 4. The spasms will get harder, and faster, ok. Frost, get Spot, she needs his help." Pepper orders. Frost nods, and runs out to get Spot. Only a few moments past when Jewel yowls in pain. A small bundle of fur comes out, and Pepper nips the sack, and licks the kit the wrong way. The kit starts to mew and nuzzles its mother. 2 more kits come after that, and those too look exactly like her! Spot came running in at after that, anxiously licking his mate, and murmuring words of comfort. The last kit comes out, finally, and it looked like Spot!
"Here lick this borage, and you have 3 toms and 1 she-cat." Pepper meowed leaving.
"What do you want to name them?" Spot asked softly.
"Shell for the she-cat, Hawk for the tom, Smoky for the other tom, and the last tom Jag." Jewel meowed. Spot meowed his agreement and walked away.
"So, can we go outside now?" I asked. Moss laughed and pushed us outside. I gasp. We're surrounded by cool, rushing waters. Cats are working, I see Pepper, Spot, Rock and a lot of other cats I don't know. I walk all around, in awe. My brother and sister can't keep up with me, but I don't care. All of the sudden, a grumpy cat's voice sounded behind me.
"Watch where you're going!" The cat snarled. I narrowed my eyes at the tom, he was much bigger than I, but I didn't care. The cat snorted and walked away.
"Feather! Come here! Look at this shiny rock!" I hear Eagle yowl. I run over there, ducking and dodging every cat in my way.
"Whoa….." I breathe. It's huge, and on it there's a marking of cats. Eagle looks the same and so does Blossom. I walk up to it and Eagle follows me. But then I stop. Something smells funny. I sniff the air. Salvagers! I run back to the nursery my littermates following.
"Mom, Salvagers!" I gasp. Her ice-blue eyes are full of anger.
"I'll go tell Dew!" She meows to Frost racing out of the den. I follow her, secretly of course.
"Dew!" She exclaims to her sliding into the den. He's in his paws in an instant.
"Yes?"
"Salvagers are about to attack!"
"How do you know?" He asks. I jump out from my hiding place.
"Me. I smelt at the Greatstone." I mew. To my surprise, he believes me. He looks at me.
"Go tell Rock to organize the troops." I nod running out of the den. I frantically look for my father.
"Rock!" I yowl racing up to him. He whips his head around.
"Organize….Troops ….Dew…...Said…...To." I gasp. His eyes widen and he quickly organized 3 groups. I walk out in the line Eagle and Night with me. We race to up to meet the Salvagers. Night, Eagle and I fight the small, but vicious she-cat. Night kills her, easily, pleased with herself.
"Mother, help me!" I yowl, but it's no use. Eagle, Night and I are carried away by the jaws of the Salvagers, leaving everything we know.
AN: Cliff hanger! I'm evil! Eagle is her brother, if anyone didn't know. Jag is actually, Jaggedtooth. Not Jag, from the tribe. And Night, is well, Night. Blossom is just a sister, not anyone special. If you have any ideas, comments, or anything put them in a little box called a 'Review Box'. Or private message me, if you don't feel like pushing that Review button. :) Should I make the chapters longer? Oh, if any of you were wondering, The Salvagers are a miniature Bloodclan/Killclan. (Read my story, Prophecy, Love and Death)