Swift Breezes

by Arane N

Two kits are found in Windclan territory, a she-kit and a tom. A queen takes them in and they grow as normal Windclan cats, but the truth leaks out. When they become warriors, cats from other clans go missing, and a dead cat is found. Now she must prove that she is a clan cat, and her brother is innocent, but is he? credit to Pixeleve for the great idea. T because it's Warriors.

AN: Hey guys! I'm Sunheart of Riverclan, and this is my second story! Credit goes to PIxeleve for the amazing idea. So, this would take place at the same time as my other story, so if you want to see the allegiances, go on ahead and look there. (It's Sunheart's Glory)

Prologue

A rusty red tom grumbled as he stomped through the snow. "Go do something useful for once, "he muttered in a mocking voice. He paced around in the snow, knowing he wouldn't find any prey. Looking out to the nearly-frozen lake, he took a deep breath and calmed himself.

"She's going to be okay," he said to no one," Kitting usually doesn't go wrong."

He walked towards the edge of the water, and nearly tripped over something.

"Mouse dung!" he hissed, falling muzzle-first into the snow. He angrily turned around, and was surprised to see two kits huddling together. He knelt down next to the kits and took a closer look, they hadn't even opened their eyes yet! The tom picked them up by their scruffs, he had to get them back to camp, and quick!

He sprinted towards the camp, C'mon, C'mon. Soon the camp came into view, There. He bounded in, and raced to the Nursery. Luckily, his mate had already kitted.

"Foxtail, what is it?" a beautiful white she-cat asked.

He turned his head to her, showing the kits he a gripped in his mouth.

She gasped," Those poor things!"

Foxtail laid them down next to her," Hey, wait a second, where's our kits, Snowheart?"

She looked down," There were three, and all of them were stillborn."

Foxtail gasped and hung his head.

Snowheart gave him a small smile," Hey, we can just raise these kits as our own. What should we name them?"

Foxtail looked at the kits, there was a tom with long white fur and a brush like tail, and a she-cat with smoky grey fur and a lighter chest. He laid his tail on the white one.

"We should name this one Swiftkit," he said.

Snowheart nodded," That's a great name, I think that the she-kit should be Breezekit."

Foxtail nuzzled his mate," That's beautiful, we'll raise these kits as our own."

Snowheart purred and rested her head on her paws. Foxtail curled around his mate. Yes, these will be our kits.