After The Last Hope
The small kit awoke eyes dazed as the glittering moonlight shined on her. "You're finally awake, Spottedkit!" a familiar voice sounded. "R-
Robinkit?" she sounded unsure. "Yup! That's me! And over there is Sparrowkit!" Ahh, yes. I remember them. They tried to wake me up after their eyes were open. She thought."It's a shame Ivypool couldn't see it. She's getting a mouse from the fresh-kill pile."
"It's a shame Ivypool couldn't what?" a white she-cat with grey tabby spots padded into the somewhat-large den.
"It's a shame you couldn't see Spottedkit's eyes open!" Robinkit squeaked.
Ivypool licked Spottedkit's head fur. "It is a shame, isn't it?" she laughed as she took a bite of her mouse.
The sun was rising, making the moon leave the sky.
"Where's Foxleap?" she mewed inventively. "I heard Squirrelflight put him on a border patrol with Sandstorm, Brackenfur, and Dustpelt." Sparrowkit reported. "It will probably be their last border patrol." Ivypool sighed.
Foxleap? Squirrelflight? Sandstorm? Brackenfur? Dustpelt? Who are they?
Ivypool saw the confused look on her face. "Foxleap is your father, Squirrelflight is the deputy, and Sandstorm, Brackenfur, and Dustpelt are senior warriors."
She nodded, kind of understanding. She tried thinking of it again, but a large gray she-cat waddled into the den. "I still can't believe you had kits before I did," she sighed heavily. "That's Cinderheart, Lionblazes mate. Her kits will be your kin." Her mother whispered in her ear.
Spottedkit liked that. More cats in her family.
2 moons had passed since Spottedkit opened her eyes. She sat by the Elder's entranced, waiting for Brackenfur and Cloudtail to come and get some fresh-kill. Soon enough, the two elders padded out of the den. "Brackenfur and Cloudtail! Can I hear another story!" Brackenfur turned around. "After we get our mice." He purred. She smiled and trotted into the huckleberry den.
Sandstorm and Dustpelt we're sharing tongues. They were sitting in Mousefur's and Purdy's old nests. They died of Greencough this past leaf-bare. She couldn't hear their conversation, but soon Brackenfur came back with Cloudtail with mice in their jaws. Brackenfur dropped his mouse and sat, tail curled over his paws. "I have a good one." He smiles. "It's about the great battle."