A/N: I'm sorta stuck on one of my other stories at the moment, and inspiration for this one just came to me today, so I decided to try out the idea. I'm planning for this story to go on for a couple of chapters, then I might write other stories in the chronicles. Obviously, they'll all be love stories =P
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors. No matter how cool it would be if I did.
The early days for Minnowkit were much like those of all kits – full of carefree happiness and joy out of simple things. Perhaps one day she would find a friend to play with and count herself among the luckiest of the clan; maybe another day she would find a small purple blossom and think the same thing.
True, Minnowkit did have reasons to feel sorrow. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her littermates – the little she-kit was the only one who survived. But she didn't often acknowledge these losses. She had never known any other way to live, and therefore didn't know that she had any reason to mourn. Besides, the gentle Fawnstep was a caring replacement.
Minnowkit was able to note with pride that her father was leader of Thunderclan. Hailstar, a stocky pure white tom, always made sure to check in on his only kin. Minnowkit loved him dearly and eagerly awaited the day when she could become just like him, as kits often do.
As for looks, Minnowkit was a slender silver she-cat with a delicate, angular face and sharp blue eyes. Faint gray spots speckled her pelt, and thick black bands wrapped around the tip of her tail.
Many cats mistakenly mistook her for being fragile. On the contrary, Minnowkit was friendly, energetic, and clumsy. It wasn't a surprise to the cats who knew her well when she tumbled tail over paws into a bramble thicket while trying to catch a butterfly, or skidded down a slope and ended up in a tangle of limbs.
Yes, Minnowkit's early days were like bright sunlight blazing down – they warmed her heart, but also left her blinded and unaware of the confusion that came with growing up. The heartbreak, the sorrow, the uncertainty...all would be discovered, in due time.
Of course, these feelings come in many forms: maybe in the death of a loved one, conflicting emotions about the morals of clan life, or doubt in the code or Starclan.
But sometimes, these emotions rise up over something that would seem to be much simpler than any afore mentioned – love, which in fact can be far more complex than anything else able to be felt.
Perhaps the greatest gift of life is the innocence of the young.
Like it, hate it, reviews are appreciated. More of Minnowkit's kit life will be in the next chapter.