Special thanks to kingszey and The Endless Hourglass for reviewing my story! :D
Stormykit stumbled out of the nursery. She had gone from worrying about a 31 on a test to worrying about if she'll ever get back to her normal life within a few seconds. She was starting to freak out. She looked around at all the cats around her, while she was deep in thought. So... It's based off real life. My father is dead, and so is Rainpelt. My mother had only one child, and my brother was adopted. Does that mean we're going to adopt a kit? I've called it. If it happens, I called it.
Stormykit walked around in attempt to get used to the feel of four paws instead of two legs. Heh.. If i see myelf as a human right now i'd have to hate myself because i was a twoleg.. hehheh... She groaned at her not-so-funny-joke I'm losing my mind.
"Would you like to explore the camp?" Her mother asked with a smile.
"I wanna explore on my own." Stormykit said, beginning to walk forward. She didn't turn around to see what her mother's reaction was. She stalked forward, aware of her mother following. She turned around. "Please? I promise I'll be careful." She asked. Her mother sighed.
"Alright. But be back soon. Make sure not to get under any of the warriors paws. And don't eat anything!"
She must mean the medicine cat's den when she says that. Kits always go in there and eat what they shouldn't. Luckily I have the knowledge of a leader. She thought. So what do herbs smell like anyway?
Stormykit walked onwards, looking around at all the cats. They all seemed to stare at her. She was the only kit at the moment anyway. Maybe If i try falling asleep I'll wake up. I'll have to try that later though, this is way to cool!
A sharp smell met her nose, and she instantly presumed it was a herb. She started walking towards it, but it wasn't like the book said. It wasn't a mixture of all these herbs, it was a disgusing smell. Nonetheless she followed it anyway. Her nose brought her to a den with a large branch covering the top. Peering inside, she saw two forms. A black she-cat, who looked very old, and a young tortishell.
"Well look here, we have some company." Another moving form was brought to Stormykit's eyes. The form must have been sleeping. "Welcome to the elder's den, young one."
"The elders den?" Stormykit asked, and the tortishell turned around.
"Did you come here because of the smell? This is mousebile. It helps clean the elder's ticks. You'll have to do that once you become an apprentice." She politely smiled. "I'm Sagewhisker, the medicine cat."
Stormykit nodded, understanding. "I'm Steph-I mean Stormykit." She said hastily.
"Would you like to hear a story, small one?" The brown cat asked. The black she-cat remained silent with a glare that could kill. Stormykit nodded to the brown elder and approached, sitting before him with ears perked to listen.
"My name is Volepelt by the way, and that's Shadowsong." He introduced. "Now what would you like to hear about?"
"GrassClan!" The word slipped out before Stormykit could react.
"Well, someone's mighty curious." Voleplet observed. "Alrighty then. A long time ago, there was a clan that lived on the moors that no longer exist. The grasses stretched for miles upon miles, with loads of rabbits and grass. That was what they loved the most. It started when a twoleg came out with a miniature monster, and ran it over the grass. This monsted cut the grass' blades so that hunting became a challenge for these cats. Soon they became hungry. Then twolegs came out and began to construct the fields into something strange. No cat knows yet what they've made. But twolegs go there every leaf-fall and newleaf and throw spheres around at each other while they run. It must be some sort of game for the two-leg kits. However, now GrassClan had to escape their clan's home quickly while these grounds were under the construction of the twolegs. So the clan, who had many kits at the time, gave their kits to the three remaining clans, and were forced to leave.
"Now every clan has a small part of GrassClan blood within them, and it keeps the clan alive. But I fear the clan will soon be forgotten. Do not forget this story, for GrassClan was a noble clan, and should be remembered for their actions. When my time has gone and you have your place in this den, pass on this story to those under you."
Stormykit's eyes flashed with intrest. She decided to act like a kit for the warriors. She had a few moons yet to just have fun. "That's a great story! Is it true?" She asked the dumb question, knowing a kit would ask it.
"As true as Shadowsong's fleas." Volepelt mrrowed in laughter. Shadowsong only narrowed her eyes and held her angry gaze.
"What's wrong Shadowsong?" Please let my kit-like form make me invincible to Shadowsong's death glares...I thought. Sagewhisker finally finished cleaning her ticks and exited the den. Shadowsong only shook her head.
"Nothing dear one." Her voice was surprisingly calm. "Go ahead and explore the rest of the camp while you're still young."
"Okay." Stormykit said, happy to leave the elder cats. she yanked herself out of the den and watched Sagewhisker retreat into another den across the clearing, and then exit. Is that the medicine cat's den? She thought, racing after her. She waited until Sagewhisker had walked across the camp and entered the medicine cat's den. The mixture of smells finally became real to her, and she could say this is how the books told it. Smelling like a garden. She entered the den and looked around.
"What are you doing in here?" A snap brought her to a stop.
Do you like it so far? it was a lot of fun to write. BTW i forgot to put something in the allegiences. Shadepaw, Sagewhisker's apprentice is blind. I know, I know. I don't like it when people copy the idea of Jayfeather being blind. But she was a rp character on this rp site, and I really wanted to use her. So... sorry if it seems a bit cliche.
Please review and CC! :)
~Stormy:D
