Next chapter! I had some trouble with what to do for this one. Please tell me if you like it, or if you didn't, and why.
Chapter 2: Just a game?
Boulderkit froze, Swansong's kits were coming! Spottedkit gasped as the call came out. She immediately ran to the nursery, with Boulderkit right behind her. Graywing was a few pawsteps behind them, herbs in her mouth. Swiftstripe, her littermate, and Brackentail, her (supposed) mate, were pacing outside the nursery. Willowheart's head poked out from the elders den, Boulderkit remembered she was Swansong's mother. He pushed through the cats and ran into the nursery.
A loud wail erupted from Swansong as a kit came out! She was pure black and pretty big. "She's beautiful." Graywing purred. Swansong smiled but she was clearly in pain. She wailed again and another kit, a tom, came out. "That's it." Swansong said. Boulderkit looked down at them, they were tiny!
Brackentail padded into the nursery. He purred when he saw the kits. "What should we name them?" He asked gently. Boulderkit didn't see where the she-cat got her black fur.
"Let's name the gray tom Ashkit." Swansong said immediately. He wondered how she had named him so quickly. Boulderkit padded up to the two cats.
"Can I name the she-cat?" He asked. Brackentail looked at Swansong and she nodded. I have to give her a good name. He thought insistently. She was mewling pretty loud, Loudkit? No, definitely not. Crowkit? No too much like a tom name. Ravenkit! "How about Ravenkit?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Of course!" Swansong said, beaming at Ravenkit. "It's a beautiful name, and it reminds me of…" She trailed off, deep in thought. Boulderkit was very excited, he had new denmates! He left the nursery to tell Smokeclaw about the kits. Spottedkit joined him as he searched.
"Well, the kits?" She asked. Boulderkit sighed; he didn't want to tell the story several times. Luckily, he spotted Smokeclaw sharing tongues with Clovertail.
"Swansong had her kits!" Boulderkit announced to the three cats. "Their names are Ashkit and Ravenkit." A few other cats had gathered to listen. Willowheart flinched when Boulderkit mentioned Ashkit. "They are very cute and Brackentail, Swansong, and Graywing are with them. I helped name Ravenkit." Boulderkit felt very proud making the announcement.
One moon later…
"Boulderkit, come play with us!" Ravenkit called. She was sitting next to a moss ball. Spottedkit was creeping up on the moss. Boulderkit smiled as she pounced and scared Ravenkit out of her fur.
"You want to play a real game?" Boulderkit asked. Ravenkit nodded furiously. "Then follow me and be quiet." We snuck away from Spottedkit and crept through the dirtplace tunnel. "Welcome to the real territory." Boulderkit said. He had snuck out a few times and Ravenkit was amazed.
We started walking away from camp. "It's a shame you won't get to enjoy it." A voice mewed from behind us. I spun around as a gray tom brought his claws down on my spine. Another cat had tackled Ravenkit. My vision blurred and I fell. Oh StarClan, why? It was just a game. I thought as I blacked out.