So this challenge is supposed to be how my main role play cat on Nightclan came to join the clan. There, my name is Lilacpaw. So that should explain the Lilacs. Everything else was my own interpretation. Enjoy. ;)
Solstice lay under the wildflowers. They whispered as the breeze danced among the slightly parted stems. Directly above her was a bush, laden with fragrant purple lilac.
She was in labor. Her panting was heavy. Where was Brittle? She gazed around for her mate with squinted eyes. "Brittle! WHERE ARE YOU?" Her scream echoed across the moor. She dropped her head.
Instead of worrying about her mate, she looked up at the flowers above her. Such lovely flowers. A spasm flooded through her body. The kits were coming.
"BRITTLE!" She screamed again. Her legs contorted as another spasm passed.
A little ways away, Brittle stood stock still. He could hear Solstice's desperate cries. I broke his heart that he couldn't be there, but couldn't get to her. He was busy starring a dog in the eye. It stood, growling between him and his mate. She was well hidden, but he had already been spotted. If he were to go to her now, he'd lead the dog right to her.
The dog lunged. Thinking fast, Brittle hared away in the opposite direction of Solstice. Lead the dog away. That's all that mattered. Mindlessly, the dog followed after.
Run. Run. I have to keep running. Those were the words pounding through his head. Over and over. The tall grass separated around him so that he was running on open moor…. right at a bunch of strange cats. "MOVE! GET OUT OF THE WAY," he screeched.
They hissed at first. "Back off," a black she cat shouted. The didn't move. He couldn't stop in time. He plowed into one of the cats, tumbling over and over. The others scattered as the dog appeared. He felt himself be lifted, then shook furiously. The dog had him in its jaws by his scruff.
The cat he ran into jumped up and started clawing the stupid thing. Echostorm tried to get it to drop the rogue. Her clanmates joined her. It just kept shaking…. and shaking... and shaking poor Brittle.
Ravenstar eventually landed a smart blow on it's stomach. The dog howled in pain, dropping Brittle. It whimpered and ran away. Two of the patrol members went after it. "Run it out of camp," Ravenstar yowled. It was just her and Echostorm.
Echostorm placed a paw on Brittle's neck. "Broken. The dog killed him with all that shaking."
Ravenstar nodded. "We were too late." She looked back from where he came. The trail he took still visible in the tall grass. "Let's go see where he came from. There may be more rogues in our territory." Echostorm nodded, and fell into line behind Ravenstar. The pushed their way back from where Brittle came.
Echostorm lifted her nose to the sky. "Is that blood I smell?" Ravenstar opened her mouth to taste the air. She could sense blood to. That couldn't be good. She flicked her tail and walked faster.
Eventually, the grassed opened to a little clearing. At the center stood a tall bush, dripping with lovely purple Lilacs. Underneath the wildflowers, the motionless body of Solstice lay in a pool of her own blood. Two kits lay next to her. One, a little silver tom, lay dead alongside his mother. The other, a white and grey she cat, mewled weakly. She huddled against her dead mother and brother for warmth.
"Oh no," Echostorm breathed. "The poor thing." She went over and licked the kit. It purred at her touch.
"The mother must have lost too much blood during birth," Ravenstar murmured.
Echostorm looked up. "Well what do we do?"
Ravenstar looked at the kit, which had started crying again. She sighed. "We'll take her back to camp. Then we'll come back and bury her family for her." She moved forward and picked up the kit by its scruff. It didn't protest. Together, her and Echostorm padded back towards camp with a new clanmate.
