A/N : I need OC's for Fireclan, Sandclan and Silentclan please !
And somebody wants to be my spell checker ? (cuz i'm not really english...)
Amberstorm233 : Thank you :)
Chapter 1 : Burning Eyes
A beautiful white she-cat was laying on the floor of a den, her legs sprayed behind her and her head laying in her soft moss bed. Everything was silent exept for her ragged breathing, and three bundles of fur where laying beside her, crawling towards her belly. Brokensong gazed towards the fourth scap of fur, laying unmoving between the paws of Cloudflight, the medecine cat.
«Is it dead?» She asked, once she regained control of her breath.
The medecine cat shook her head and shoot a sad look to the tiny body.
«I will never understand you Brokensong, how can you show so little compassion?
«Awnser me Cloudflight» she hissed, annoyed.
«Well it seems that she...» began the white cat hesitantly.
«She can't be !» muttered anxiously the pure black tom sitting next to her.
He snatched roughly the kit from the medecine cat's paws, and began to cover it with frantic licks. Brokensong just ignored them and began licking her pelt. Then looked towards them, her cold golden eyes gazing mockingly at her mate. There is no hope stupid cat...
Just then, a feeble mew came from the tiny form, who began to stirr. Shadowcatcher looked relieved, Cloudflight stared blankly at the now lively kit, surprised that it survived, while Brokensong just hissed in annoyance.
«Four snotty kits to take care of, oh joy.» she said, sarcastic.
«I find them perfect» replied his mate, placing the fourth kit beside his siblings. Then turned to lick Brokensong's head. Pushing him away, she shaked a lack kit with her paw.
«Let's just name them and finish with it» she snarled
«It's up to you my dear» he replied kindly.
«Well choose two of them and name them» she mumbled.
«You choose »
«No you choose » she hissed
«You...»
«No, you!»
«You !»
«Just choose two!»
«Well I want you to choose»
«STOP!» screeched Cloudflight, looking pissed. She padded towards the very surprised couple ans shoved the two toms in Shadowcatcher's paws.
«There you name the toms and Brokensong names the she cats» she spat. Then sat down and stared at them.
«Sexist...» muttered Brokensong, but she didn't argue.
«Well... what about Spiderkit for the black one and Falconkit for the silvery one?» he said, smiling.
«My turn then. It will be Echokit for the one who looks like me» An Echo indeed, just a pale copy of myself...
«And the other?» said Shadowcatcher, still smiling.
«This one? Thistlekit.» she replied, poking the shaggy gray furred kit with one of her claws. What just made the kit wail louder. More like a thorn in my bedding to me... But she kept her thoughts for herself.
Shadowcatcher returned to the warriors den, happy and unaware of the pair of burning amber eyes watching him from the top of the hollow.
Smile young warrior, smile while you still can,you don't know one scrap of the truth.
