Chapter 3
Miris woke up with a start as she heard a terrified squeal come from Siona. She resentfully peered trough her half closed eyes to see her sister standing over her mother crying. She got to her feet this time her green eyes where fully opened in shock.
Her mother was lying in a mossy bed that stuck to her fur, she wasn't breathing but her heart was beating very fast. She panicked her fur along her back was bristling and she arched her back and shook her head madly. No her mother couldn't be dead we still cling on to her milk and we can't hunt or fend for ourselves she thought.
As if it was a wakeup call her mother awoke with a start, breathing heavily and her blue eyes were shocked, she still held the scent of their father on her fur. She soon calmed down and licked her fur carefully and avoided our gazes. Night was up by them cleaning his fur and Amber's at the same time. Siona looked at her and their gazes locked then they both busted out laughing the sorrow and tears away with happiness.
It was sun high and the hot sun scorched their skin as the trekked empty bellies growling. The big hollow trees where blocking some sunlight, the ferns where blocking most of the paths. The green forest was still recovering after a freezing leaf bare. Animals scurrying along their path tempting Night to catch them. Night caught th ee mice with mother's guidance, one squirrel and a golden finch also with mother's guidance.
By the time they reached their hollow den it was sunset, the sun was casting shadows on the trees. The stench of death was strong and disturbing; they saw their fathers trodden body splayed across the hard stone floor. There was still fire in his dark hazel eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.
They backed up as their mother as their mother shouldered them gently. She picked up their father gingerly and dragged him over to a little barrow and pushed him in it. She started walking right back to the den but slow enough to show the determination that light her eyes up.
The next moon they were active, their mom found another mate that had a dark gray coat with black spots on his pelt, he had a light green eyes and his name was Stonefur. He said he came from the clans around the lake and was part of Windclan. He said he left a couple moons ago and traveled a long distance that he did not know how to get back. He always smelled like the wind and rabbits.
He was kind and caring and treated us like we were his kits. The funny thing was that he had kits with anther cat but she died. Their names where Sky, Jordan, and Mira.
Sky had a pale gray pelt and had a black tail tip and black ears. He had indigo eyes with white hair around his muzzle.
Jordan had long sleek calico pelt like my mother had and she had white paws and underbelly. Her light blue eyes looked so clear and unmoving and very bright.
Mira was brown tabby with sharp teeth and white spots and dark almond spots along her fur. She has a light hazel gaze and white hair around her muzzle.
they were the same age as she and her litter mates. Amber was emidately friends with Jordan and Siona had a little crush on Sky that everyone can see. They were all friends with us and that made our parents very happy. Since we were five moons old we were taught to hunt prey and fight. We soon moved to a larger den that fit all our likings.
Our parents thought we were old enough to hunt and fight so then they left for a couple days. Things went smoothly when they left, soon they came back with my mother pregnant with Stonefurs kits.
Then the tragedy happened the smell of blood was thick in the air as my mother went into kitting. We were going to expand our area to a certain extent. Then father came out with a happy gleam in his green eyes tears rolled down his face as the sky threatened to cry with him and burry our sorrows.
Our mother had kits that where born with the wit to kill their mother, our mother.