Chapter 8
Fortunately, Sandstorm looked much better the next day. Although her face was haggard, there was at least a spark of life in her eyes. However, her mind was not very focused, as she kept on doing the wrong things. Firestar gently led her back to his den, where she immediately curled up with her tail tucked beneath her and soon fell into a deep slumber. He stood staring at her for a short while, to make sure that she was really okay. The sight of her peaceful sleep reassured him, and he quietly slipped out of the den.
After calling Sorreltail and Dustpelt to ask if they were up for a patrol, he bounded off into the misty forest, with the two warriors close behind. They went to the Sunningrocks and circled past the sandy hollow. Sorreltail suddenly stopped.
"What's that scent? It smells weird." She meowed. Firestar sniffed the air and found that she was right. As they gradually got closer to the source, they could hear a thin wailing. A flash of white among the dense bushes alerted them to what was making that horrible noise. It was a snowy white young kit, barely two moons old!
"What should we do with it?" Dustpelt asked, wrinkling his nose.
"Take it back to camp." Firestar ordered. Dustpelt whipped around to protest, but Firestar answered firmly, "it's just a pitiful young thing, it can't do anything to us.'
"Whatever is the world coming to? Kittypets everywhere," he muttered mutinously under his breath.
Firestar felt the beginnings of a snarl forming, but he managed to hold in his anger. Hissing into the dark warrior's ear, he noticed Darkstripe flinching. "Listen, I am the leader of Thunderclan, Darkstripe, and you WILL listen to me. Unless you want to challenge me, which I will gladly do so. Say one more bad word against kittypets and my claws will be shredding your face."
As they were returning towards camp with the cowed warrior behind Firestar, he asked Sorreltail, who was carrying the kit by its scruff, to hand it over to him.
"Here," she meowed, before passing the kit to his mouth. "Be careful, it's pretty heavy."
Firestar inhaled deeply. This kit smelled of berries and leaves, and underneath that, he could detect the faint scent of…..dogs? Surprised, he stopped mid-pawstep.
"What's wrong?" Sorreltail asked, worried.
"Nothing," he answered sheepishly, as he moved forwards. Behind him, Darkstripe gave a pointed snort, but Firestar ignored it. In his mind, if the kit were to be part of Thunderclan, he already knew what name he would give it. This kit would be the link joining him to Sandstorm. Even if they had no kits, they could treat this one like their own! The whiteness and purity of the kit's pelt….. He would call it Snowkit. Energy flooded his limbs as they neared the camp. Unknowingly, he had speeded up, leaving the other two warriors far behind him.
"Wait up!" Sorreltail called.
As the other two struggled to keep up with him, he heard Darkstripe muttering again. "What a showoff."
But just a hot glare from Firestar was enough to silence him. He was in too good a mood to let anything spoil it. This kit... would be everything they had wished for.
Can you please give me any suggestions as to Snowkit's warrior name? And also, I'll be letting everyone know what the prophecy really means in the next few chapters. In the meantime, can you guess what it really is? Please review!!! Thanks:)
