Hello! Sorry I haven't updated either of my stories in ages, but I haven't really had the time or inspiration to write recently. Either way I hope you enjoy this chapter, I tried to make it longer, and thank you to everyone who has reviewed.
Chapter 5
Stormkit flicked her tail from where she was hiding in the shadows. A large silver tom with black patches sat in front of her.
"Attack!" Bluekit cried dashing forward and pouncing on Ashthorn. Hollykit bit his tail with her tiny kit teeth, and Stormkit sprang high onto his back. Ashthorn staggered from the sudden weight. He purred as he collapsed under his kits.
"Did we scare you?" Bluekit asked, giggling.
"Indeed. I almost jumped out of my fur!" he purred.
"Ashthorn, Whiteflame, Pebbleshade, Leafshade! I need to see you in my den," Ivystar called.
Ashthorn sighed as he got up, Stormkit, Bluekit, and Hollykit tumbling off him as he did so.
"I'll play with you later. Right now I have to go," Ashthorn meowed.
Hollykit pouted.
"Why can't we just go with him?" she whined.
"Because he's a warrior!" Bluekit meowed.
"Then let's be warriors! My name's Hollylight!" Hollykit squealed.
"I'm Bluethorn!" Bluekit declared. "What's your name Stormkit?"
"I don't know," Stormkit meowed.
"Well, what do you want to be?" Hollykit asked.
"I don't know," she repeated.
"How about Stormpelt? You do have stormyish looking fur," Bluekit suggested.
"No," Stormkit meowed.
"Stormash? Like Ashthorn?" Bluekit meowed.
"No."
"Stormfeather?"
"No."
Bluekit paused, thinking what else her sister's name could be.
"Ooh, how about Stormsky? Because your eyes are light blue, like the sky!" Hollykit squealed.
Stormkit thought for a second. "No."
"Well, then think of a name you like!" Hollykit meowed.
"But I don't know what name I like!" Stormkit argued.
"Then think of one!" Bluekit meowed.
"I can't!" Stormkit meowed.
"Of course you can! Just think!" Hollykit meowed.
"But-"
"Just think, Stormkit!" Bluekit told her.
"NO! I told you I don't know! I can't think of a name!" she yowled.
"Then just be, like, Stormclaw or something," Hollykit suggested.
"No."
"Why?" Bluekit asked.
"It doesn't sound right," Stormkit explained.
"Well then we'll go be warriors while you think of something that does sound right, and then you can join us once you have!" Bluekit meowed, bounding away.
"Fine!" Stormkit snapped.
"Come on, Hollykit, I mean, Hollylight!" Bluekit called.
Stormkit stalked away, her tail twitching. She walked past the leader's den, looking for one of the apprentices to see if they were doing anything.
As she walked past, she heard voices from inside, grim, serious voices. She paused for a second to listen.
"As you know, I'm one of the oldest cats in the clans, Whiteflame, but I never told you that I'm on my last life," Ivystar meowed. Stormkit heard a gasp from Whiteflame, who started to speak before Ivystar cut him off.
"There is something you need to know. The night I got my nine lives, I also received a prophecy. 'Fires will rage and darkness shall rule, but keep hope. Storms of rain can always aid you,'" Ivystar told them.
"Ivystar, why are you telling us this just now?" Ashthorn asked.
"Because you need to know, and I may not be around much longer," Ivystar meowed.
"What do you think it means?" Whiteflame asked.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's about St-"Ivystar was cut off.
"Shadowclan is attacking!" Birchpaw yowled as she burst into the den.
I hope you enjoyed that chapter, and I really hope that the prophecy part wasn't too cheesey. I kind of struggle with writing non-cheesey prophecies. Oh well. I'll try to make the next updates sooner. The plot is sort of coming in now too, so it should be more interesting.
-Jay