Hi! It's Daisybreeze with my first Warriors fanfic! Yay! It's called Flowers and Stone, and it's based off of my two little kitties! They are just kits now, but I'm gonna write them as accurately as possible :) Positive feedback would be helpful in reviews... So without further ado, I give you Flowers and Stone.
The cold night breeze tickled the small kittens' soft fur. They mewled, but their mother was nowhere near. The moon's face illuminated their fluffy pelts. The woods in which they were nestled were safe and comforting, but they were scared. Both kits got tired of crying, and simultaneously settled into the hollow to sleep.
The black cat with green eyes and a fluffy tail slid through the shadows. Her heart fluttered nervously. She kept turning back and watching the shadows take over the sunlight. She breathed in a burst of cold air, and the scent of three cats, two toms, and one she-cat heading towards her kits.
Good. The Clan will take good care of them.
But she couldn't stay near the Clans long. They would eventually come out and find her scent. The only reason she got so close to a Clan's camp is because she wanted to ensure that her kits got to the camp safely and quickly.
As the sun rose on another cold day Duckpaw rose from his warm nest. He crept out of the apprentice's den, walked into the clearing which was cold with frost. A dappled grey tom with blue-grey eyes noticed his and spoke,
"Duckpaw, you can join Troutfang and Mintclaw on the dawn patrol. Do the ThunderClan border."
Then Duckpaw noticed his mentor and a grey she-cat at the enterance of the camp. He jogged over to join them and they trotted off to the border. Duckpaw's breath made a cloud in front of his face and he followed the warriors. He huffed and sniffed some ferns. Duckpaw was extremely cold and hungry. He hated dawn patrol, but did it without complaining. It was so boring! He would rather be training or hunting. Then, a voice shook him out of his trance.
"We've almost reached the Smallwoods, Troutfang," said Mintclaw as she slowed to a walk.
Troutfang and Duckpaw slowed too, so they were walking side by side.
"We should go check the Smallwoods before we head back to camp though. Maybe we can catch something" said Duckpaw tentatively.
"Agreed" said Mintclaw tenderly.
With that, the three cats headed into the Smallwoods. Duckpaw bounced on the pads of his toes, excited.
They had only taken a few pawsteps into the woods, when Mintclaw raised her tail in signal for Troutfang to stop.
"What?" questioned the tabby cat.
"Hush. I smell… something like milk" whispered Mintclaw.
She crept forward to a large oak tree, its roots all sprawled all over the forest ground. She shifted nervously and went to the base of the tree. Troutfang followed.
Mintclaw looked into a small hollow the roots made. And in it were a pair of kits. Their eyes were still shut.
"Troutfang! Kits!"
He held his tail held high, and said "We need to get them back to camp. This is obviously no place for them."
Duckpaw, who was standing behind the warriors, stared in amazement. "Let's go!"
"I bet they got abandoned by their mother. Poor things. We can't leave them here in this awful cold."
Then the graceful grey cat carefully lowered her slender neck into the hollow and plucked the first of the kits out. She cuddled it to her chest, trying to keep it warm. It mewled in approval, and she sighed.
Troutfang had gotten the other kit out and placed it next to its sibling. Mintclaw stood up and waved her tail.
"Troutfang, Duckpaw, we got a little tom and a she-cat" she said excitedly.
Both kits were black and white, but the bigger one, the tom, had more black on his back. However he had white paws, and a white mark on his chest that ended on his muzzle. The she-cat had a black back also, but she had a white belly. Her face looked like a mask because of the strange, yet beautiful patterns of white and black on it.
Mintclaw picked up the she-cat by her scruff, and Troutfang did the same for the tom. Then Mintclaw turned to Duckpaw.
"Ok, Duckpaw, you are to go as fast as you can back to camp and alert Eaglewhisper about this situation. And then try to see if Doewhisker will take in two more kits. Go. We will be a few minutes behind you." Mintclaw ordered.
Duckpaw nodded, eager to please to warriors, and quickly loped off in the direction of camp.
His head pounded as the wind ruffled his fur as he pounded across. The sun bore down onto his back as it slowly rose into the sky. He looked forwards, only to find that the river was now in sight. He praised himself for his speed, and pushed on. When he reached the river, he immediately decided to swim across to camp rather than take a longer path to the Steppingstones.
The water lapped at his silky fur as he slid into the water and began making fast pace to the opposite shore. The water was cold, but he was RiverClan, so his coat repelled the water. Then his paws struck the sand of the shore, and he raced around the island to a gap in the shrubbery. A black tomcat with a white badger-like stripe, and ice-blue eyes was guarding the gap.
"Badgerstripe! Mintclaw and Troutfang found two kits that got abandoned! They are coming! I need to go tell Eaglewhisper and Doewhisker! See you later!"
Badgerstripe chuckled softly, but Duckpaw had already skidded into the medicine cat's den. Eaglewhisper was organizing herbs when he entered.
"What is it Duckpaw?"
"Oh, well I was out on the dawn patrol with Troutfang and Mintclaw, and, uh, long story short, we found two abandoned kits, and the warriors are bringing them to camp as we speak."
"That is good Duckpaw, but do you know how old they are? And do they look healthy?"
"Oh they haven't even opened their eyes yet, but they look ok."
"Good, good. When they get here, I will look at each of them, then they can possibly go to Doewhisker."
"Oh yeah, I have to go ask her if she can care for them."
"Well why don't you go now, I need to prepare a nest for them."
Duckpaw dipped his head respectfully and went to a woven hut that served as RiverClan's nursery. He mewed softly, "Doewhisker? May I come in?"
The reply was fast, "Please do."
He entered to see Doewhisker sprawled out on her nest. She gazed at him.
"So, on the dawn patrol, Troutfang and Mintclaw found two kits a little younger than yours, and they need a mother" he said.
Doewhisker purred and responded, "Of course I'll take them in!"
"Great! They should be here soon!
He dipped his head and exited.
Then Badgerstripe yowled "They're back with the kits from the Smallwoods!"