The Flight

by Robincall22

An ancient tribe kit named Bird's Flight is carried away by an eagle, thought by her Tribemates to be dead. When she wakes up, however, she's far from home, and there are strange cat scents nearby. When she goes to investigate, she finds the Clans, and is taken in. What will happen? Will she try to return to the mountains, or will she make a home with the Clans?

2. Chapter 2

Bird's Flight pounced on Slick Stone, rolling him to the ground. "Ha! I win!" she crowed. She hopped off her brother and raced across the cave, then spun around, ready and waiting for him when he skidded up to her.

"What are you doing?!" cried a shrill voice from across the cave. "That is not the way the Tribe Of Rushing Water fights! What is the matter with you?! Stoneteller! Come look at Bird's Flight! There's something wrong with her!"

Sharp Hail sighed. When he had chosen Dark Flowers to have kits, he had done so because she was the Tribe's best cave-guard, not because of her beauty and compassion. Raven Tail was the Tribe's best hunter, until Sharp Hail decided to promote him to a cave-guard due to his growing muscle. The Tribe had not had any kits for almost 16 moons, and Sharp Hail was getting worried. If the Tribe Of Rushing Water didn't get kits soon, they would be doomed. So he had paired Dark Flowers with Raven Tail to have kits. Although, perhaps he should have chosen a different she-cat to pair with Raven Tail. Raven Tail loved his kits, but Dark Flowers was not a cat he wanted to go near in order to spend time with them.

"Stoneteller! Stoneteller, what are you doing?!' Dark Flowers annoying voice yanked Sharp Hail out of his thoughts. "Get over here! There's something wrong with my kit, you need to cure her!"

"Dark Flowers," he grumbled. "How many times do I have to tell you? Just because your kit doesn't play fight like a Tribe cat fights doesn't mean there's something wrong with it!" He didn't voice the dreams he had the night before, where an older Bird's Flight had been fighting another cat with those same battle moves, far from the mountains. There had been other cats fighting too. It seemed like there were multiple tribes, fighting, for no reason. One cat had died in his dream. Bird's Flight had crumpled to the ground in grief, although the cats she was fighting alongside seemed almost happy. The cats in the other tribe had seemed sad, but few seemed as sad as Bird's Flight.

"But then why isn't she normal?!" Dark Flowers whined. Sharp Hail suddenly had words flowing rapidly out of his mouth, without his permission.

"Because she has an important destiny that none of us could ever dream of," he snapped. "Now leave your poor kit alone so that she can continue with her destiny! As far as I am concerned, you are no longer her mother. She will be raised completely by the rest of the Tribe, together. You are a terrible mother to your kits, and just because Bird's Flight is unique does not mean that you can treat her the way you do!" He spun around and marched back into his cave.

Tribe of Endless Hunting, please tell me the destiny of that kit. For Raven Tail's sake, if nothing else. He closed his eyes, and drifted into a dreamless, and hopeless, sleep.