StarClan's Shunned Kit
Prologue
The trees thrashed wildly as the wind whipped like a thousand adders through the branches. Causing leaves to fall like raindrops onto the ground below. The empty night cast the forest into darkness that only the darkest hearted fox could see through. However, the stars above were visible. The only light in the darkness that could be a sign of hope. Nothing was hopefully for a cat right now. Hope was buried deep into the lake to her, out of paw's reach.
She parted her jaws in an attempt to find her surroundings. A warm and welcoming scent reached her scent glands, ThunderClan. The white she-cat looked up at the starry night, searching for the moon. Not even a sliver was visible. Fear suddenly pulsed through her body, No moon. Had StarClan foreseen this night?
The she-cat staggered into the dim starlight, her amber eyes dull with worry, and jaws clamped with herbs. If the Clan knew of this, the she-cat fretted as the wind blew around her. Suddenly, a sharp pang sent a violent chill up her spine. Shelter! I need to find shelter! Her eyes were wide with shock now as a flash of lighting lighted the forest. The she-cat's eyes widened with fear, there were no clouds in the sky! Did StarClan send this as a warning?
In the moonless night, threat will be born.
With another shiver, the white and ginger she-cat dashed into a foxhole. It smelted like a fox had been in here recently, but she had not choice. The wind howled above louder then thunder as another pang shot through her body; the kits were coming! The she-cat set down the stolen herbs next to her and lay down in the fox den. She had watched her medicine cat plenty of times and had done well at hiding her pregnancy.
Not even StarClan would allow her to hide a kit though. She would have to give it to a queen, but not one cat was nursing a kit. The soft sounds of snuffling at the foot of the den made her bristle. The slim form of a fox passed the den but never entered. A pang shot through her whole body, the last one. As she gave birth in the fox den, the lighting had subsided. The forest quieted and single large cloud covered Silverpelt, the one sign of hope, the one thing that lit the forest.
A squeal erupted from a newborn kit as it searched for its mother, as two lifeless souls rested at the end of the den. Lighting struck from the cloud this time, lighting the whole forest in light. The white and amber she-cat saw her surviving kit for the first time, in blinding light. Nothing could hold back the yowl of shock that erupted from her.
A monster no cat had seen before but learned to fear will soon see the sun
Silently and painfully, she dragged herself to her paws. The herbs he carried with her had been devoured into scraps, by her last ounce of energy. The kit she gave birth to wail pitifully as the she-cat turned to leave it. StarClan had foreseen this night. Knew what would happen in the kit's future. Why didn't StarClan want the kit to see sunlight?
The she-cat pulled herself out of the den with sadness in her heart. The fox would kill the kit for the Clan. She wouldn't have to do it that way. The cries of coldness and hunger erupted from the kit, echoing through the night carried toward the lake. The sad and mournful cries made her heart sink lower with guilt. I can't do this! With a sigh, the she-cat turned and grabbed her surviving kit, and dashed into the forest. No matter how much pain screamed for her to stop. Lighting cracked once more that night, and the leader of ThunderClan knew very well it was a warning to her.
And if not stopped the forest will be released into darkness…
Well? How do you think the leader is going to hide the kit if it can't see sunlight? R&R and I'll update so you can figure out…