Hey, happy thanksgiving you all, I hope you had a good one! I know I did :)
I had turkey, and cranberry, and marshmallow fruit salad (A family favorite), pie… all that good stuff :P
A little thing I wrote for fun:
I'm Thankful for food.
I'm Thankful for shelter.
I'm thankful for computer.
I'm Thankful for education (Who would've thought).
I'm thankful for all of YOU!
Wow I can't believe how amazing everyone has been, I remember when I was starting as a kid who didn't know how to write, but you all supported me all throughout. Look at me now, I won a writing contest in my class, I have two stories with many reviews, and some new online friends too :3
Thank you all for being so supportive, because this story is soon coming to an end! I hope you all will enjoy these last few chapters, I'll do my very best on them!
And here it is, friends, love you all!
It seemed like ages, or maybe moons, or maybe days. Sparrowsong knew what was coming, the attack was only inches away, or maybe it was river-lengths. She notified the clan on all her knowledge, though it made her feel like she would collapse then and there. Having a responsibility as big as the one she had made her feel as if a badger was dropped onto her, and no matter how much she struggled she couldn't leave its colossal weight.
The warriors were training and the apprentices doing their very best work, and were sure to become warriors very soon. Leafmist had kitted recently, they were a quarter-moon late, and there were three beautiful little ones; two she-cats and a tom. Wolfkit was the tom, and his name matched perfectly, for the kit had dark gray fluffy fur, menacing beady eyes, and a pointy muzzle that looked just like a wolf's. One she-kit was Silverkit, just a tiny silvery she-cat, one that would be beautiful when she was older, most likely to be followed by all the toms. Then there was Owlkit, looking just like her mother. Owlkit was rather… odd… for a kit. She loved to play, like all the others, but she always seemed distant as if she were longing for something; or someone.
"Mama, watch me I'm a frog!"
That was Redkit. Sparrowsong's kits both learned to talk very soon, and were now maybe a moon and a half old. Redkit was strong and ambitious, one that would definitely be a great warrior when he got older. Riverkit was the opposite, she was shy and caring, and Sparrowsong noticed how her she-kit had often been staring at the medicine den and messing with any herbs she could find. Who knew, she could have a medicine cat at her paws!
"Mama, watch!" Redkit squeaked impatiently. Sparrowsong cleared her head of the thoughts and beamed at her tom-kit. "Okay, what do you have to show me?" She mewed, looking down on him.
"I can jump super high, watch!" Redkit exclaimed, and he leapt into the air and landed right onto Riverkit. "Ouch! Redkit!" Riverkit whined, dragging herself from under her brother.
"Oh, sorry Riverkit," Redkit mumbled, and Sparrowsong let out an amused chuckle. "A very good jump, Redkit, but you may want to watch where you land."
The black tom shook his pelt indignantly. "It wasn't my fault Riverkit was in the way!"
"Hey, I wasn't looking at you!" Riverkit protested, "How was I supposed to know you'd just land on my tail like that!"
"Well maybe you should play with us, instead of those plants!" Redkit teased.
Sparrowsong used her tail to separate the kits. "Now, that's enough, you both can do whatever you please."
"Yeah Redkit," Riverkit stuck her tongue out, and trotted away, slinking down into a corner of the nursery. Redkit lashed his little tail, and turned away from his sister. "Hey Wolfkit, want to play?" He mewed, trotting up to his playmate, "Owlkit and Silverkit too."
Sparrowsong watched Redkit as he and Leafmist's kits began pouncing on one-another, letting out squeals of delight as they played. Riverkit stayed in the corner, murmuring names of herbs to herself as she pawed at the leaves and petals.
Sparrowsong inched over to her. "Hey Riverkit, what are you up to?" She mewed, smiling warmly. Riverkit looked up and twitched her whiskers. "Practicing," She replied, "So that Bubblecloud will want to take me as her apprentice."
Sparrowsong bent down to match Riverkit's height, and purred. "I'm sure she will, and you'll be the best medicine cat there is!"
Riverkit grinned, and nuzzled her mother. "Look, I already memorized some of the herbs names and cures," She mewed. Sparrowsong lapped at Riverkit lovingly, "Then why don't you help Bubblecloud? She's wanted an apprentice, you know."
Riverkit widened her eyes. "You mean leave the den? I get to?"
Sparrowsong nodded. "The medicine den and leader's den are both stone. The one closer to the nursery is the medicine den."
Riverkit bounced and poked her head out of the den, then left slowly, as if testing each pawstep to make sure the ground didn't collapse on her. When she left she shivered at the freezing air, and Sparrowsong watched as she made her way to the medicine den.
"Hey, why does Riverkit get to go out?" Redkit squeaked, "No fair!"
"I gave her permission, and she's only going to see the medicine den." Sparrowsong answered, softening her gaze at the kits.
"Well that's still not fair, can't I go outside too?" Redkit demanded.
Sparrowsong ruffled her kit's fur with her paw. "I'm not sure if you'd want to, it's freezing cold out there." She meowed, "But if you must, I give you my permission."
"Yay!" Exclaimed Redkit, and he exited the den excitedly. Leafmist's kits started to beg to go outside too, but their mother told them they were too young.
Sparrowsong looked outside, and noticed that it had started to snow. Redkit was bouncing around, the white flakes speckling his black fur. He stuck his tongue out and let a flake land on his tongue, his eyes sparkling. Sparrowsong chuckled, she had thought Redkit would be too cold out there, but she supposed that he was a strong kit with lots of fur. There was a problem, though; prey was already becoming a shortage, and with snow coming there would only be less. She felt terrible eating her fill of prey, even though it was to feed her kits, when the other warriors and apprentices were getting skinnier and skinnier by the days.
"Hey, Sparrowsong," Lilyfeather mewed behind her. Sparrowsong turned her head, eyeing the last pregnant queen. "Yes?" She asked, turning her entire body around to face Lilyfeather.
"You seem a little out of it, is something wrong?" Her friend mewed, seeming concerned.
"You didn't already know?" Sparrowsong hissed in a hushed whisper, "Its leafbare and everyone's hungry, while the… attack… will happen soon."
"What attack?" It was Redkit, who had returned with his sister to the nursery. Sparrowsong flinched. "No, not attack there's no-"
"The attack we foxes are being on you!" Lilyfeather interrupted, growling playfully. Sparrowsong gave the queen a grateful look, and started play snarling as well.
Riverkit instantly looked unamused, and went back to sit at her corner, while Leafmist's kits all scampered over to them. "Die, foxes, die!" Squealed Wolfkit and he pounced on Lilyfeather's back. "Yeah, we'll beat you!" Redkit snarled, and he jumped onto his mother's back and sank his tiny teeth lightly into her scruff.
"Oh no, I'm dying!" Exclaimed Sparrowsong, as two more kits jumped onto her back. She toppled over and put a small bit of weight on the kits. They howled with delight as they wriggled from beneath her, and joined Wolfkit in his fight against Leafmist. "Don't kill me!" Leafmist cried out, and she fell over as well, but this time the kits jumped off before they could be fallen on again.
The kits giggled with glee, and they settled down to talk. Sparrowsong got up and sat back down beside her other kit. Riverkit looked at her, and flicked her tiny tail. "Hey my darling," Sparrowsong said kindly, "How was the trip to the medicine den?"
"Great!" Riverkit brightened, "Bubblecloud let make a leaf mix for Thrushpelt, she has greencough."
Sparrowsong smiled, but it was a little strained at the fact that Thrushpelt was sick. How long before many other cats joined the sick group as well? "That's wonderful," Sparrowsong managed to say happily, "Want to tell me about it?"
"Sure!" Riverkit started, "Bubblecloud told me what herbs to find, and I knew how to find them without her telling me!"
"Oh?"
"They were Catmint, Tansy, Coltsfoot, and a Juniper berry," Riverkit continued, "I wrapped the herbs in the catmint and gave it to Thrushpelt, and then she told me a story! Bubblecloud was really happy with me!"
"Well, I bet you are exhausted now. Why don't you get your brother and we get some sleep?" Sparrowsong suggested.
"Okay," Riverkit got up, "Redkit!"
"What?' Redkit meowed.
"Mama said its bedtime," Riverkit mewed.
"Oh okay." Redkit crawled over to the nest and looked at his mother
Sparrowsong got up and settled into the nest around Redkit. Riverkit snuggled her way into the crack of Sparrowsong's belly, and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, dear ones." The queen mewed, and the other cats fell asleep around them. Sparrowsong rested her and shut her eyes, soon to fall into sleep.
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Sparrowsong woke in a tranquil forest, one unlike Thunderclan's territory. She looked around, but it didn't recognize it a bit. Maybe the dream wasn't meant to have a meaning, so she simply wandered. Then she felt something. It was almost like claws ripping through her side. She whipped around but saw nothing, nothing but claw marks and blood. Then she felt it again, this time on her other side. She suddenly found herself screaming "Kill me! Kill me!" and the invisible claws kept coming.
She fell onto the ground with pain, and was still involuntarily whispering to be killed. Blood drenched her fur, and formed a puddle around her. The claws had stopped, but at this rate she would die in only minutes. She rested her head down and tried to awaken. A dream like this was too life-like for her to handle, as well as painful. Her body shook and thrashed but she just wouldn't die, or wake for that matter.
It felt as if the pain would never end, and that she would be stuck near death for an eternity, when she saw a figure. The bold shape of a cat stood in the distance, and was talking steps toward her, though not moving from its place at all. She turned and looked at her other side, and there was a less bold outline of a cat, but the same distance away.
They kept walking, but not coming any nearer. She began to hear whispers around her. Actually, more like chanting than whispers, but she couldn't make out the words. She felt that she had had enough of the chanting in her dreams, but it wouldn't go away.
Suddenly, the forest vanished, leaving her and the two cats floating in an empty void. The chanting turned from a whisper to a murmur, from a murmur to a voice. It was the same would over and over, the most dreaded word Sparrowsong had ever known. Bridge. The voice grew louder, and louder, as if someone was screaming into her ears. She let out a yowl of agony, the mental and physical pain was becoming to be too much, and she had to wake up.
Then she heard something. It didn't feel like part of the dream, more like something surrounding her. Another chant, but the voice was terrifyingly familiar. She couldn't mistake the voice of her only she-kit, Riverkit.
"They're coming!" She heard her kit scream, "They're coming! They're coming!"
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So… did you like it? I feel kind of proud sort of I honestly think this chapter wasn't too shabby at all. I'm hoping that they will get better and better as I end the story. Again, I thank everyone so much for all the support. I never imagined I'd get anywhere close to even 50 reviews; and now I have 85! (and only one of them is bad!)
So I hope to update again next weekend. I really had fun writing this!
Toodles,
~Lissa