Yo, what's up? This is the next chapter of Power in the Wrong Hands! Our main Stoneclan POV is Milkkit! She was really fun to write for and I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Thanks for all the reviews, they make my day!
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The wind stirred so leaves into the air, causing the swirl and dance. Milkkit looked on, transfixed by their motion. Why do they move in such a way? She wondered. Was that the way the wind moved? Why couldn't she see the wind? Dovekit walked up beside her sister, breaking her concentration.
"Milkkit, what the heck are you doing?" Dovekit snorted, "You should come play mossball with Fogkit, Cinderkit, Waterkit, and me!"
"I was trying to figure out the secret behind this leaf phonomean before you and your big, lumbering paws interrupted me!" Milkkit snapped, but then she noticed how hurt Dovekit looked. "I'm sorry, let's go play mossball," Milkkit muttered. It wasn't that she didn't like playing with her siblings and friends, it's just that every moment she spent with them was time she could be spent learning something new. She wanted to know why the world worked the way it did, the history of all the clans, the secrets of Starclan, everything!
She walked over and saw her brothers had already started a game with Waterkit. Milkkit felt sorry for Waterkit, as she had no family to speak of. He father had passed before she was born and her mother had died giving birth. She had been raised alongside Crouchfoot and Graytail's litter, who were about the same age as her. Speaking of Crouchfoot and Graytail's litter, Milkkit saw that they were going to join in the mossball game. She hope that there wasn't too many cats. Fogkit, with his white and silver fur gleaming in the sun, grabbed the ball and tossed it to Otterkit. Otterkit grunted as he caught the ball. Fogkit had thrown the mossball too hard.
"Hey Fogkit," Milkkit called to her brother, "How about you not try to kill us with the mossball?" Dovekit gave her a dirty look.
"Do you always have to be so harsh?" Dovekit asked. Milkkit just rolled her eyes. Otterkit tossed the ball the Squirrelkit, who than tossed it to Waterkit and missed.
"Sorry Waterkit!" Squirrelkit said. Waterkit fluffed out her long, silver fur in annoyance as she went to go get the mossball. Milkkit got distracted as she noticed that the hunting patrol had gotten back. Goldenpaw walked up to the fresh-kill pile with her mentor Acornheart as they both dropped off their prey. Firepaw grabbed a shrew and took it to the elder's den, which was a small alcove in the walls of the ruins where Stoneclan made their home. Milkkit was fascinated by the ruins. She loved to look at the different carvings in the stone walls and think about what they might mean. There was one one the side of the leader's den that depicted a large winged lizard. Milkkit loved to stare at the beautiful picture, but Blossomstar often got mad at her for hanging out near her den. She saw the muscular, golden she-cat chatting with her mate Chestnutfall now. Milkkit padded up to Goldenpaw.
"What's the forest like?" she asked the apprentice.
"Do we have to go through this again Milkkit?" the golden she-cat sighed, "I already told you about the territory yesterday."
"I want to know every detail of the territory," Milkkit said intensely. Goldenpaw was surprised at the she-kit's conviction.
"Okay, okay," Goldenpaw began, "You already know that Stoneclan territory consists of a large forest full of thick trees that's littered with old ruins. But my favorite spot is the territory is the training area. It's on an old store ground that's covered in moss and it's surrounded by these stone trees that are covered in ivy, and there's this stream… Oh, Milkkit! It's just so beautiful!"
Milkkit listened enraptured, but then she heard Tanglefur telling a story about a crazy cat he treated once and she wanted to listen to that. "Sorry Goldenpaw, gotta run!" she said before sprinting to the elder's den. Firepaw was in there, also listening to the story.
"So this mousebrain Pebblefoot tries to tell me what's wrong with him, and I tell him 'Look, I'm the medicine cat hear and you don't have greencough, you just have whitecough!" Tanglefur shouts, "The idiot just died of greencough the leafbare afterwards anyways."
"You should be more respectful to those who have already joined Starclan," Poolstorm mewed.
"Come on darling, Pebblefoot was always such a worrywart," Hickorypelt said as he licked his mate's nose, "I'm glad Chestnutfall has some more sense in him." The three elders chuckled.
"Um, what are the symptoms of whitecough?" Milkkit asked Tanglefur, seeing as he was the former medicine cat and all.
"Why? You interested in becoming a medicine cat?" Tanglefur eyed Milkkit.
"I'd say it's thyme considering the amount of questions she asks Rockslide and Ravenpaw!" Firepaw laughed and Hickorypelt chuckled. Tanglefur sighed.
"No, I'm just curious about herbs," Milkkit stated plainly.
"That's strange," Tanglefur said, "Well, I suppose Rockslide already has an apprentice anyways. Not sure you would like him as a mentor. My apprentice always was too serious for his own good. He had talent, but couldn't have fun to save his life!"
Rockslide, who must have heard Tanglefur talking about him, sent his former mentor a glare from across the camp. Ravenpaw was sorting herbs in front of the den.
"Hey, Firepaw, could you show me some battle moves?" Milkkit asked.
"Sure little buddy," he said and nugged Milkkit's shoulder, which she didn't like. She saw her siblings walk over to her.
"So that's where you were hiding!" Cinderkit exclaimed.
"Yeah, Firepaw was about to show me some battle moves," Milkkit explained.
"Can we join?" Fogkit asked excitedly.
"Sure!" Firepaw replied. He arched his paw and swiped at a leaf. "That's how you do a basic swipe when battling."
Milkkit and her littermates all repeated Firepaw's motions. Milkkit was getting frustrated, she knew she wasn't doing it right.
"Don't worry, you'll get it Milkkit!" Firepaw cheered, "Cinderkit, your a natural!" Cinderkit puffed out his chest at the praise. Just than, Icepaw walked into camp talking to thin air. She was heading straight towards the fresh-kill pile. "Icepaw!" Firepaw yelled, running over to stop his littermate. He knocked her to the side and she looked up at him.
"What? Firepaw?" Icepaw looked at her brother angrily, "What was that for?"
"Oh, Icepaw, it's getting worse," Firepaw said with tears in his eyes. Snowtail ran over to check on her daughter.
"Oh Icepaw, you have to focus on reality," Snowtail told her daughter. Icepaw just got up and looked at her mother.
"Sorry to worry you Snowtail, Windpaw was chasing after this huge rabbit and I was following her," Icepaw explained.
"Icepaw," tears were welling up in Snowtail's eyes. She pressed her daughter into her fur, "Windkit died, she's not here."
"Who's Windkit?" Milkkit asked Dovekit.
"I overheard Crouchfoot and Willowscratch talking about it, she was Snowtail's third kit who was stillborn."
"Ah," Milkkit nodded. Featherstep came over to see her apprentice.
"Come with me Icepaw, let's go do some battle training," the deputy coaxed the white she-cat.
"Okay," Icepaw nodded and followed her mentor out of the camp. Milkkit heard the Featherstep had requested to train Icepaw. She believed that the she-cat could become a warrior one day and wanted to ensure that it happened, but with Icepaw's condition getting worse some cats were doubting she would ever be a warrior.
Firepaw walked back over to Milkkit and her littermates. He looked slightly shaken as he asked, "W-Why don't we continue with those battle moves?" Milkkit nodded and absent-minded began to copy what the tom was showing them. She stared off in the direction that Icepaw and Featherstep had gone in, wishing she could leave the camp too.