~Dawnleaf~ a Warriors Fan Fiction
Prologue
Two cats, one a tom with golden tabby fur, the other a she-cat blessed with a beautiful snow-coloured pelt, sat amongst brambles forming a cave-like structure above their heads. The white she-cat was curled around a tiny, cream-coloured kit, wrapping her tail over her to protect her from the icy breeze. Both parents knew it wasn't likely their kit would survive the leafbare cold, but they were still determined to try. At that moment, another she-cat pushed through the swaying vines at the entrance of the bramble cave, clenching wrapped leaves in her teeth. She crouched down beside the white cat and dropped the leaves at her paws, the wind ruffling her white-and-brown fur.
"Here, Snowypelt," she urged, nudging the leaf bundle closer. "Please eat these, it will help."
Snowypelt sighed. "Will she survive, Frostleaf?" she asked, sadness and defeat flooding her blue eyes.
Frostleaf was CloudClan's medicine cat and Snowypelt's sister, she would know. "Of course she will," Frostleaf replied. "Now eat."
Snowypelt obediently lapped up the leaves. Her tabby mate leant over and started to rub the kits fur with his nose to keep her warm. Frostleaf nodded at him approvingly.
"Great, Goldenstripe," she meowed. "Keep doing that, you need to keep her as warm as possible."
Goldenstripe nodded mutely.
"What will you name her?" he murmured to Snowypelt after a few moments silence.
Snowypelt's blue gaze was fixed beyond the tangled curtain of vines at the entrance of the bramble nursery, at the sky streaked with shades of pink, blue, orange and the shadows of dark trees framing it. She watched spots of water drip off leaves like tiny diamonds and let the surprisingly pleasant breeze blow past her white pelt. Despite the cold, near leafbare weather, she had chosen the perfect name for her kit.
"Snowypelt?" Goldenstripe asked, unsure of if she had heard him or not.
Snowypelt looked down at their kit, her eyes shining in admiration at her cream pelt and snowy white paws and chest. She looked like her and Goldenstripe crossed together.
"Dawnkit," Snowypelt replied, looking into her mate's green gaze. "If that's okay with you."
"It's perfect," Goldenstripe told her, pressing his muzzle to hers.
"I, for one, think it suits her just fine," Frostleaf commented, standing up to leave. "I will visit you tomorrow, Snowypelt," she promised, leaning forward to touch noses with her sister.
"My dear sister," Snowypelt whispered. "Thank you so much for helping Dawnkit and us." The two were very close kin.
Frostleaf pulled away to bow her head respectfully. "It is my very pleasure. The very reason I became a medicine cat, to help," she responded.
"Goodbye, Frostleaf," meowed Snowypelt.
"Goodbye." Frostleaf disappeared through the lichen-covered opening.