Hello! This is my first Warriors fanfic, so if it is horrid, please tell me.
I do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does. I also do not own Erin Hunter.
Shivers
Summary: There is turmoil on the horizon, or rather, underneath SkyClan. Shakes have shooken where SkyClan lives, and life on their territory is dying. Twolegs are leaving, taking some warriors away. Life is becoming hard, and Blackkit's family is becoming different.
Screams of agony echoed throughout the SkyClan camp. Most were asleep on the cold, leaf-fall night, but others could hardly fall into a sleep because of the screaming queen. A few of those who were awake were pacing outside the nursery. There was a young, sandy-red, black-striped, and white chested she-cat, who was sitting nervously outside the entrance. She was trying to reassure the red and white tom with a dark green collar, who was nervously pacing.
"Sheriff, she will be fine, so will the kits," she said quietly, staring at the tom.
"What?" Sheriff asked. He was obviously not paying attention.
"My mother, my sisters, and brothers will be fine, I assure you," she said loudly.
He turned to look at her. Their eyes were locked on each other, both daring the other cat to look away. Their matching greeny-yellow eyes stared each other until Sheriff blinked.
"I hope you're right, Pinepaw. It's just that your mother had a hard pregnancy with these kits, and I don't want anything to happen to any of them," he replied, staring at the rock underneath his paws.
Pinepaw walked to her father and head-butted him in the neck, the highest she could reach on him, and purred. He purred back and rubbed his muzzle against her cheek. They didn't notice the pretty gray she-cat with the fluffy tail come out of the nursery.
"They will see you now," she said, and the two broke apart. Sheriff hurried into the nursery, while Pinepaw said a quiet "Thank you, Softtail" before she entered.
It was dark in the nursery, and Sheriff and Pinepaw could hardly see anything. As they adjusted to the low-lighting, they saw a shape outlined by the moonlight.
"Stripedflower," Sheriff whispered as he hurried to his mate. Pinepaw could hardly see the silver and black she-cat she knew to be her mother. She tip-toed over to her father and mother- what she supposed was her mother- anyway.
Sunlight suddenly entered the cave. Dawn had arrived. Pinepaw could make out her mother now, and a tiny bundle was beside her. A kit. She heard her father gasp at the sight of the small thing, and she smiled to herself.
"This is our little kit," Stripedflower said, her sweet voice echoing around the cave as she nodded to the little black bundle. It was at her belly, suckling, and the noises it made were annoying, but strangely cute.
"What shall we name her?" asked Sheriff as he leaned his head to look at his precious kit.
"Hmmmn... Why don't we let our Pinepaw name her?" Stripedflower asked her mate. Pinepaw's eyes widened and she franticly shook her sandy-red and black striped head.
"Yes, she will be doing that sort of thing soon," replied Sheriff his eyes glowing warmly.
Pinepaw realized she couldn't refuse.
"I know it's boring and simple, but... why not Blackkit?" she said with simplicity.
"It isn't boring, sweet," Stripedflower said, "No name is. If you think it is, her name will become more beautiful with time. And anyways, every kit's and apprentice name is somewhat boring."
Sheriff chuckled and said, "I think that Blackkit is a wonderful name."
Suddenly, the ground started to slightly shake. Sheriff unsheathed his claws as did Pinepaw, to keep their grip on the stone. As soon as it started, it stopped.
"What was that?" Stripedflower asked, eyes wide.
"I don't know."
Then, a silhouette appeared in the opening of the nursery. It was Shorttail, one of the warriors.
All he said was, "Woodstar is dead."
*gasp* The leader is dead!? If you want me to continue just review, and if you don't I'm still continuing!