Heyyyy, the prologue is here! Hope you like it. It IS kind of short… but aren't all prologues? Trust me, the chapters will be a lot longer than this. I like long chapters. They are very nice :) Well, read on! Make sure you review.
PROLOGUE
The gray she-cat licked her newborn kit clean, and nuzzled him close to her. She wrapped her slim tail around him, trying her hardest to keep him warm. A purr rumbled in her throat. Before her lay her first son she had ever kitted, and the only one. StarClan had blessed her only with one beautiful tom cat, so she was able to let all her love flow into him. Her mate and the medicine stared down at her, purring as well.
"He's a healthy kit," The medicine cat meowed sweetly, "What do you plan on naming him?" Her cream-colored pelt looked brown around her paws from blood, so she quickly began cleaning them.
"What do you think, Bramblefur?" the gray she-cat turned to her mate, making sure he had a say in the matter. He hadn't stopped babbling while the kit was being born, but now he had fallen silent. This worried the small she-cat. "Bramblefur? Are you okay?"
He suddenly looked startled. "Hm? Oh, well I was just thinking."
"About what?" When her kit let out a small squeal, the gray she-cat pulled him in closer for warmth. She turned back to her mate, she had never seen him so quiet before, and it worried her.
"Oh- uh… well… it's… it's nothing that important…" he stuttered back for an answer.
Anger gripped the gray she-cat and she muttered back, "Well, if it's not important, why can't you just tell me then?"
The brown tabby tom's pelt grew hot, but he managed to mumbled back, "I was just wondering if maybe we could…. the… my brother…"
"Huh? What did you say?" the she-cat asked, "Speak up!"
"Are you going to name him or not?" the medicine cat asked.
"Yes, Fernpool." The gray she-cat growled. She usually didn't lose her temper so easily with her mate (or any cat for that matter), but she was tired from working so much. Even though it had only been one kit, she felt cranky and exhausted. Guilt swelled inside her, but he didn't know what she was feeling, so she let that feeling pass.
"Pebblestep?" Bramblefur mewed quietly.
"What is it?" Pebblestep locked eyes with her mate, trying to read his thoughts.
The tom sat beside her, letting their pelts brush slightly. He rested his head by her neck and sighed. He looked at the small kit and felt a pain in his heart as he remembered the days he used to run around the forest with a silver tabby tom not unlike the one he saw in front of him, cuddling into his mate. He imagined as the tom he called his brother slowly let himself be engulfed in water and washed away into the sea.
Bramblefur's eyes grew moist, and he looked at his love, "Could we name him after my brother?" He mewed quietly, barely audible.
The den was silent except for the soft purring of the newborn kit, nuzzling up against his mother. Suddenly, Pebblestep's eyes grew soft. She looked down at her kit, then back at her mate, and then back at her kit. Fernpool's eyes grew wide with guilt, for she, like every other medicine in the land, couldn't save Bramblefur's from his terrible death.
Pebblestep turned to give her mate's head an affectionate lick. She stared into her mate's eyes and purred. She looked back at Fernpool and noticed the guilt in her eyes. Feeling sympathy for both of the two cats around her, she meowed warmly to Fernpool, "I think we've decided on a name for him."
"And… that is?" Fernpool meowed.
The gray she-cat turned back to her mate and purred affectionately.
"Stormkit."
Did you like it? I am open to good and bad comments so that I know how to make my story better. (But good comments are always the best :P ) I'll answer all of your question about the story in the next chapter. The next chapter will be up shortly. I aim to update often.
