The nursery was so stuffy! Frostlight had tried putting them down for a nap, but Silverkit wasn't sleepy. Frostlight wouldn't let her play in the nursery, so Silverkit went out to the clearing. All the apprentices were either out training or on patrol with their mentors, and the warriors left in the clearing were sharing tongues or napping, and not appreciate of her sneak attacks. Left with no other option, Silverkit decided to go ask the elders for a story.
Lakeflower was asleep in the elders den, while Brokenfoot lay in the sunniest spot in the bramble thicket den. Silverkit made a note to tell Frostlight to tell Cloudstep the elders den needed more reinforcing. Then she made her way over to Brokenfoot. "Brokenfoot? Can you tell me a story?"
"Wha?" Too late, Silverkit realized the grumpy old warrior actually was asleep. Technically, he wasn't old enough to be an elder, but he had a really bad limp. Sometimes he seemed to use that as an excuse to be grouchy. "Fine...which story do you want to hear this time?" Silverkit sat down quickly, tail over her paws, befor he changed his mind.
"Tell me something new!" she pleaded.
"Alright…" Brokenfoot settled back and sat up with a slight groan. "Well...this is a story I heard when I was an apprentice. Many seasons again, there was a leader of Thunderclan who used to be a kittypet. For a Thunderclan warrior, he wasn't too bad."
"Thunderclan is awful!" Silverkit argued. "How can they live like that, eating birds and climbing trees like squirrels?"
Brokenfoot shrugged. "Do you want me to tell the story or tell you whats wrong with Thunderclan?"
"Tell the story!" Silverkit said, "I promise I'll be quiet!"
Brokenfoot continued. "Then he and his mate had two daughters. One of them grew up to become a medicine cat."
"Did she talk to her ancesters? Did she receive a prophecy?" Silverkit asked him hopefully, forgetting her promise to be quiet.
"Yes, in fact, one ancester took a special interest in her," Brokenfoot said, his whiskers twitching with amusement. He paused. "But then, one day, she met a Windclan warrior named Crowfeather."
"Aren't medicine cats not allowed to have mates?" Silverkit demanded, confused. Why would that happen?
"Yes. But then again, Thunderclan is one of the most lax clans. They were bound to break that rule at some point."
"Mangy squirrel-chasers," Lakeflowr mumbled in her sleep.
"Anyway," Brokenfoot continued. He told her the story all the way through. It was almost sunset when he finished, and Silverkit was being called for from the nursery. "Better go back, little one," Brokenfoot mewed, sending the kit off on her way before settling back down to nap.
Silverkit made her way back to the nursery, mulling over the story Brokenfoot had told her. Leafpool had almost destroyed the clans for her own desires. She wondered why such a seemingly talented cat could do something like that. Just to be happy. It seemed so selfish, putting her own wants first and throwing logic out the window. Silverkit would never do that, falling in love with another clan cat. She would never tear her clan apart just for love. The clan comes first, she thought to herself, Above everything else.