Kits:A Warrior-Based Short Story
Birth
Blackmist gazed down at her kits, now sleeping after being born. "What shall we name them?" She whispered to her mate, Bluefang. There was a small gray she-kit, a small blue-gray she-kit, and a big black tom. "We'll name the black tom Shadekit. The gray she-kit Wolfkit. You can name the last one." He mewed softly. "How about we name her, Blossomkit." She mewed tiredly. Bluefang licked her on her head before leaving. "I'll leave so you can sleep. When you wake up I'll bring you some fresh-kill." He mewed.
2 Moons later...
"Come on! Let's go on a patrol." Shadekit mewed. "We can't go outside camp!" Blossomkit argued. "They'll never notice we won't be gone long, maybe if we reach ShadowClan camp they'll make us warriors!" Shadekit squeaked. "Okay!" Wolfkit mewed. Blossomkit was still unsure of the thought. "Fine." She sighed. "We have to sneak out through the dirt place tunnel. Follow me!" Shadekit mewed.
It wasn't long before they're paws were tired, Shadekit kept urging them on. "We're almost there! We're in ShadowClan territory!" He urged. They were still a ways from the border. Once they got to the Thunderpath Blossomkit squeaked. "We can't go across there!" "You won't say that when were warriors!" Shadekit mewed. He stepped onto the Thunderpath, squishing his nose at the stench. He looked both ways. "Come on!" He squeaked. Just then a monster came roaring by. Right over the top of Shadekit tugging at his fur. "I'm okay!" He squeaked. Shadekit walked to the ShadowClan side of the Thunderpath. Wolfkit and Blossomkit went next. Wolfkit bounced across the thunderpath. A monster roared by. "Wolfkit!" Blossomkit mewed. She rushed out on the Thunderpath. She dragged her body with the help of Shadekit back to ThunderClan's border. "Wolfkit!" Shadekit mewed with grief in his mew.
Back at camp...
"My kits! My kits are gone!" Blackmist yowled. Bluefang ran into the nursery. "I've got they're scent!" He yowled. The ThunderClan leader, Redstar yowled. "I want Bluefang, Mouseclaw, Berrywhisker, Gingerfur, and Honeyclaw to go on a patrol to find the kits!" Blackmist was pacing the clearing. Bluefang traced there scent to the edge of ThunderClan territory by the Thunderpath. He seen the kits stading over something. "My kits!" Bluefang mewed. He rushed over and licked their two tiny heads. "Where's Wolfkit?" He mewed. "I'm sorry..." Shadekit mewed pressing his muzzle to his pelt. "She's still alive!" He mewed picking her up. "Take her back to camp." Bluefang mewed to Gingerfur. The ginger she-cat raced back to camp. "As for you two, Redstar will decide your punishment." He picked up Shadekit, Berrywhisker picked up Blossomkit.
A year later...
"Shadefur! Blossomheart! Wolfclaw!" The clan cheered loudly. Shadefur's pelt glowed bright with pride. As the clan cheered his name. He looked at Wolfclaw and remembered the day they went on a "patrol" causing her to almost get killed. She still bears a mark that shows them that day was a mistake. It was all his fault and he still feels guilty about it. On her shoulder there was a scar that shows where the monster had hit her. Their punishment was however long she was in the medicine den there apprentice ceremony would be held back. That day Shadefur vowed never to cross the thunderpath again.