Blood Doesn't Matter

I walk through the rocky ground of the mountains so I can catch an eagle for the Tribe.

I spot one up ahead, but it doesn't notice me. When I get close, I leap up!

The eagle was taken completely by surprise. I hooked my claws onto the talons and brought it down. The eagle crashed into the ground and lay still. It was dead.

Just then, I hear footsteps rushing towards me. I turn and see a dark brown tabby tom rushing my way. He looks around quickly, then spots me with the dead eagle.

"Stormfur! We need you back at the Tribe!"

"Why, Talon?" I asked.

Talon of Swooping Eagle, or Talon, was a cave-guard for the Tribe of Rushing Water. Talon's sister, Brook, was my mate.

"Brook is about to have her kits!" Talon reported.

This news made me drop the eagle in surprise. I looked up at him, with new strength in my amber eyes. "Lead the way, Talon."

Talon rushed back towards the cave, and I grabbed the eagle and followed him. I heard a scream coming from the cave, and I increased my speed in heading towards the Tribe. I immediately entered the den where Brook was. Stoneteller and Crag were there, and Talon came in soon after.

"I pray to the Tribe of Endless Hunting." Crag announced. Talon and I nodded, then turned back to Brook when she let out another scream.

"Stay still. The Tribe of Endless Hunting are sending the kits out." Stoneteller murmured. I shot a glance at Talon and Crag.

My eyes widened as the first kit came out. It was a gray tom, like his father, but he had his mother's green eyes.

The next kit was another tom, but this one was brown, like his mother, but had amber eyes, like his father.

The last one to come out was a she-cat. I gasped. This she-cat was silver, with blue eyes. I caught Stoneteller and Talon's eyes, and it was obvious that they recognized the kit.

The kit looked exactly like Feathertail, my sister.

Stoneteller nodded at me. "I will leave now." He exited the den, and Crag followed him.

Talon turned to me. "What will you name them?"

I turned to Brook. "What do you want their names to be?"

Brook smiled. "I will name the toms. You, the she-cat."

I nodded and turned to Talon. Talon looked happy and sad. I think he recognized himself in one of the kits, but Feathertail in the other.

If you don't know the story of my sister, then I'll tell you. Back when the Clans stilled lived in the forest, me, my sister, and four other cats were on a journey to find a new home.

On our way, we met the Tribe. They were overjoyed, because they were being terrorized by a lion named Sharptooth, and a prophecy predicted that a silver cat would kill him. They thought I was that cat.

I was not. My sister, Feathertail, killed Sharptooth by falling with him off a cliff. I was devastated. When I returned, my father was devastated.

When I returned to the Tribe, on our way to our new home. I fell in love with Brook, a prey-hunter of the Tribe. I stayed there, and Brook became my mate.

Now, she had finally had our kits.

"Stormfur." I looked up at my name. Brook smiled back at me. "The brown tom is Eagle Nest in Mountain. The gray tom is Rain that Falls from Cloud."

"What is the she-cats name?" I asked.

"You are going to decide."

"I want you to choose the name." I decided.

Brook gestured to Talon, and he came over. She whispered something in his ear, and he nodded. Brook and her brother turned to Stormfur.

"Her name is Feather of Swooping Eagle."