Twelve days of Christmas
DAY ONE
For the LawlClan's Twelve days of Christmas LawlEvent.
This is actually the prompt for Day Two which is: an unwanted litter of kittens beneath a pine tree.
Thank you to my beta, Hannah aka Ruining Hopes and Dreams.
Yupyup. So let's get to it. :D
Nightfur and Blackstorm had always been warriors at heart. Together, they had powered through their apprenticeships, never stopping for a moment. The two of them were inseparable. Even when Blackstorm was promoted as deputy of CinderClan, Nightfur had always been by his side. So it should have come as no surprise that-
"I'm expecting a litter?!" Nightfur's exclamation echoed through the clan.
"A litter?"
"A litter! This is a celebration!"
"Who's the father?"
"Mousebrain! The deputy, of course."
CinderClan's leader, Greystar, stood on the Highrock, his purring loud enough for the entire Clan to hear. "All cats of CinderClan, gather around. Today there'll be a celebration! Nightfur is expecting the first litter to be born into the Clan for three moons! StarClan has listened to our prayers, and tonight, we shall celebrate!"
"Nightfur! Blackstorm!" the cats chanted.
Meanwhile, in the medicine cat's den…
"What do you mean, I'm expecting a litter of kits?" Nightfur yelled.
The medicine cat, Stormfeather, puttered around the den. CinderClan hadn't had a litter for many moons, she wanted to make sure everything was going to go fine. "Yes, dear, now don't move. We don't want to do anything to startle the unborn kittens."
"Not moving," Nightfur murmured, her eyes locking on Blackstorm's. "Not moving." Blackstorm's expression was a mixture of pity and resignation.
"Nightfur, don't move," Blackstorm tried to urge the pregnant queen back into the medicine den. It was almost time for the birth.
"Blackstorm, I have been confined to the medicine cat's den for three moons. I've had enough," Nightfur struggled to a nearby pine tree and breathed in the morning air. She hated feeling so bloated, so defenceless.
Suddenly, she felt immense pain. "Get Stormfeather!" she hissed.
Blackstorm, ever the faithful, quick-thinking cat, dashed quickly towards the medicine den.
Stormfeather sniffed. "Kittens under a pine tree, honestly."
"It's over now, by tomorrow you can run one of the patrols," Blackstorm offered.
Nightfur smiled shakily. "I have to feed my kits, mousebrain. Come on, let me see them."
Stormfeather pushed a small dark grey kitten. He blinked up at the adult cats, as if observing them. Nightfur purred her approval. "A fine warrior for CinderClan he'll make. Won't you, Ashkit? Let's see his littermates."
Stormfeather hesitated, "I'm sorry, Nightfur, all his littermates have gone to StarClan."
"All of them?" Nightfur asked, showing no outward emotion. Ever the stoic CinderClan cat, even faced with the loss of several kits.
"All but one," Hesitantly Stormfeather pushed another kit towards Nightfur and Blackstorm. Only this kit was white. As white as pure snow.
As if sensing everyone's eyes on her, the little kit yawned and blinked her blue eyes at everyone as if to say 'I'm white, so?' and promptly snuggled down with her normal, grey brother in front of their equally, normal, dark coloured Clan mates.
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Siamese aka Cloudwhisker of LawlClan