Hi guys! I'm back with a whole new story! :D this is gonna be brief, so enjoy the story! any questions you have will be answered, so ask away! :D
Prologue
Rain poured down on the Riverclan camp. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the trees thrashed and swung carelessly thrown by the strong winds. A pain cry sounded from the nursery. It was Petalear, the newest queen to settle in the nursery in order to nurse her mate, Pigeonfoot, 's kits. They were early. they shouldn't have been born until another three weeks had gone by, and the whole camp was paranoid that the kits wouldn't make it out alaive, let alone survive the night.
The golden medicine cat rushed in, a bundle of herbs swinging limply from his graying muzzle. His apprentice, a tabby ginger she cat called Skypaw, rushed in with a large, sturdy stick in her jaws. Petalear asked the medicine cat everything that was on her mind (AKA: one question)
"What's going to happen to them, Rootfur?" She asked, distress obvious in her ragged, hoarse voice.
"Only Starclan knows, Peatalear." He replied, golden tinted with grey ears swiveled back against his head and brows furrowed. "All we can do is hope they show some mercy."
Petalear cried out in pain as a contraction ripped throughout her whole body. Rootfur Perked his ears up as the head of a Black kit started to show.
"You're doing fine, Petalear, I can see a head! This will be over before you know it!"
As if his words were a cue, a tiny black kit with white ears and paws slithered onto the mossy nest where Petalear lay. Skypaw rushed over, and nipped open the sac of the teeny tiny kitten, starting to lick her fur the wrong way in order to warm her up. The kitten mewled a pitiful mewl in response, weak and struggling to stay alive. Petalear scooped her towards her belly with a fluffy white tail. The kit, later known to be Cricketkit, Started suckling as soon as she got to her mother's belly.
"That's it, Petalear. That is your only kit." Rootfur told her. Petalear was surprised to hear that, this kit was a single kit, so tiny and frail, and yet it had taken a lot of effort to birth. The incident would forever puzzle her. Petalfur looked down lovingly at her single kit, who had since fallen asleep, curled up into a tiny ball at her mother's side. At this moment, a very distressed Pigeonfoot stormed into the bramble nursery. When he saw his mate and kit, his distress faded away to nothing. He licked Petalear's ear in a loving manner and sighed, curling up next to them.
"This is perfect. Dear, what do you think we should name her?" Pigeonfoot asked soothingly. He stared down at the small black and white kitten at her mother's belly.
"Why, she looks a lot like o'l Tallstar!" Petalear replied. It was true, the small kit looked exactly like the amazing Windclan leader, minus the white tail tip. At that moment, a small cricket hopped along the nursery floor, translucentish, then randomly faded away into nothing. The parents stared in shock. Was this a sign?
"Did you see that?"Petalear asked, a horrified tone lacing her voice as she said it.
"Y-yeah! I did! Was that... a sign?" HEr mate replied, worried.
"I-... I think it was!," Petalear whispered, "I-... I think we should name her... Cricketkit!"
"I think you're right!" Pigeonfoot whispered back. "Welcome to the world, my little Cricketkit."
AAAAAND there we go, folks! The prologue of our new story, The Hop of a Cricket! Please please please I'm begging you, leave a review and tell me what you thought! I love you guys! BYEEE!
Spotty out :D