Hi everyone! It's Isabelle here and this is Chapter 2! This chapter was written by me. I know that this chapter is quite short, so my apologies!
Answer to previous reviews:
KittySparkfrost: Thanks for the wonderful review! And I think that we're going to be uploading some chapters with around the same length as the first chapter, sorry! We don't have much time, but we'll be posting quite a lot of chapters, I think. :)
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Well, without anymore dilly dallying, on with the story!
Edit: There were some code problems with the chapter at first. All that has been fixed by me (Kay) and I hope no inconvenience has been caused! We hope you enjoy the chapter :)
Kay and Isabelle
Wind rattled the still air, stirring up dry crackly leaves. A lone queen sat at the edge of the camp, staring longingly at the starry sky. Twinkling lights reflected in her rare violet eyes, revealing more of the sadness that was evident in her violet orbs. All her life, she just wanted to be a warrior, not a queen. But she was not one to question her destiny, no matter how much she wanted to.
A sharp pain ran down her swollen stomach, making her wince and hunch over as her stomach convulsed. She stifled her cry, clenching her teeth together. Staggering, she got to her paws and slowly hobbled to the medicine den, which was conveniently all the way on the opposite side of camp.
Slowly tiring, she collapsed just outside of the medicine den, grabbing a nearby twig to bite down on as she gave birth. It was hard and painful, but nothing she hadn't done before.
Two small kits lay with Nightwhisper curled up around them. She cleaned their pelts, one with a beautiful dark ginger pelt and another with an equally as graceful light brown tabby pelt.
Taking a rattling gasp of breath, Nightwhisper curled around her kits as the Prophesier approached, sweeping into the clearing with unearthly grace. How he knew that Nightwhisper had given birth, she didn't know, and she was not one to pry into a cat's business, especially the Prophesier.
Placing a tail tip on the dark ginger kitten's forehead, he murmured "She will make a beautiful queen." so softly that it was barely audible.
Turning to the other tiny kit, the Prophesier touched his plumy gray tail tip to her forehead. "Ah, she will make a wonderful medicine cat." The tom rumbled, his voice slightly more audible.
Dipping her head in genuine respect, Nightwhisper softly mewed her thanks, knowing the Cloudymoon was the nicer Prophesier out of all four from the Clans.
Without another word, Cloudymoon abruptly turned away and padded back to his den in the far end of the camp.
The pure black she-cat watched silently, holding her breath, until the mottled gray tom had gone far out of sight, before letting out the breath that she touched the dark ginger kit with her soft tail tip.
"Rosekit," she breathed, and as if the little kitten heard her, she stirred, snuggling closer to her. Turning to the other she-kit, Nightwhisper felt her lungs ache and tighten. Desperately searching her mind for a name, one that represented serenity, but at the same time, one that is strong at the same time, she finally decided on one.
"Creekkit." Nightwhisper whispered hoarsely. Feeling the life slowly leaking out of her, she whispered one last sentence, one that Creekkit would never forget.
"Follow your heart, not your destiny."