Here's the first chapter of Misplaced! Thank you to Cobrastar and Snowcrystal of ThunderClan for reviewing!
Also, in the future, chapters will most likely alternate between Nightkit/paw and Duskkit/paw. And there most likely won't be as much of Hollystorm's perspective. But there isn't enough happening when the kits are little for them each to get a separate chapter... ;P
The she-kit shivered, the cold snow sticking to her pelt. The wind ruffled her soft fluff, and she opened her mouth to mew, but couldn't find her voice in the snowstorm. Strong teeth gripped her scruff. She swiped at the air with weak paws. Strange scents surrounded her as the wind faded.
She struggled to open her eyes. A strange pokey thing with an unfamiliar scent poked the kit's side, and she squeezed her eyes tighter shut. On second thought… I'd rather not see what's going on. She opened her tiny mouth. Her senses flooded with strange scents. It smells over here… and so does this cat carrying me… Where's my mother, and my nest, and familiar scents?
Thorns tugged at the kit's fur. Her whiskers brushed stone walls. The wind disappeared completely. Silence filled the air, save for the sound of pawsteps on dirt. The kit poked the air again with her paw. Where am I?
The wind blew again as the thorns pulled away and the stone walls disappeared. Other cats...so many cats..too many scents… She managed a squeaky mew, to which the cat gripping her scruff responded with a harsh bounce as his shoulders shook. She squeak-mewed again. I'm going to fall...or die!
She felt her paws touch something soft. This feels like home… The teeth released her scruff. She collapsed into the soft nest. A tail gently curled around her shoulders, pulling her close to a warm body that smelled of milk. Momma?
"Her name is Nightkit." A voice sounded above her head. "She is yours to care for, just like Emberkit. Treat her as if she were mine."
"Yes, Fallenstar." Another voice, closer to Nightkit's ear, spoke. That's not my mom…
"Willowheart, Willowheart!" A new voice, squeakier, sounded. "Can I play with the new kit? What's its name?"
"My daughter is not an it. Nightkit is a she." Fallenstar snapped.
"Oh, well can I play with her? And is she my sister now?"
"No, you cannot play with her. Not yet. She is too young for that." Willowheart answered this time, and Nightkit felt the she-cat's tail run along her shoulders and back. "Maybe when her eyes open."
"Okay!" The owner of the other voice settled in next to Nightkit, warm and wriggling.
"Make sure she gets warm." Fallenstar's gruff meow faded as he left the den.
Nightkit huddled closer to Willowheart. Where am I?
"Can I play with Duskkit?" A loud voice rang through Duskkit's ears. Ouch! Let me sleep!
"Not now, Pebblekit. Wait until his eyes open." A musical voice answered the loud one.
"Aww…" The owner of the loud voice thumped away, and Duskkit settled back into his nest, making sure to fill his belly again before settling down in the warm moss nest to sleep. Much better.
"Duskkit, Duskkit!" Pebblekit shouted right into the coal-black kit's ear. "Open your eyes! Pleeeeaaasseee! Mistyblossom won't let me play with you until you do!"
Duskkit would have groaned, had he known how. I just wanna sleep…
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! Streamkit's boring and Softkit sleeps all day!" Pebblekit bounced around, accidentally stomping on Duskkit's tail.
The tom-kit squeaked. Ow! Watch it, mouse-dung! Good thing no one could hear his thoughts, or Hollystorm would have scolded him harshly.
Duskkit sighed, forcing open one eye, then another. Happy? He squinted at the sudden brightness. Whoa…
"You opened your eyes, you opened your eyes!" Pebblekit sang, dancing around Duskkit.
"He opened his eyes?" A fluffy white she-kit poked her head out of the nest in front of Duskkit. "Oh, StarClan, your eyes are so...vibrant!"
"What?" Duskkit's words came out in a squeak, and he glared down at his paws, embarrassed.
"They're bright." the white kit explained. "Like, reaaaallly bright."
"Oh." Duskkit looked around the large, warm den. Light filtered in through the crossing branches. Two nests, just like the one he stood in, had been built, with only one occupied. A she-kit that looked nothing like Duskkit slept next to where he stood.
"I see you've opened your eyes, my son." A she-cat with bright-no, vibrant- green eyes smiled down at Duskkit. "They're beautiful."
The kit purred, pleased by his mother's compliments.
"My name is Hollystorm, and this is Lilykit." Hollystorm informed her son, running her tail along the pale she-kit's back.
"Is Lilykit my sister?" Duskkit tilted his head, studying Lilykit.
"Yes, she is." Hollystorm purred, gently stroking Duskkit with her tail. He ducked away, squeaking indignantly. Hollystorm purred harder, whiskers twitching, as the kit slipped on a piece of moss and tumbled backwards.
Pleasure and love flooded through the she-cat as she watched her son play. Rainstar will let me stay with him for now, thank StarClan. And as long as I'm here, Fallenstar will never find him. Hollystorm settled down to watch Duskkit and the others, purring softly.
QOTC: Which kit is your favorite so far?