Sunlit Snowdrift
Summary: Dreampaw, the stubborn and vivacious daughter of Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight, who's just a bit spoiled. Windpaw, the Shadowclan tom who's driven, and, like Dreampaw, has and attitude. What will happen when these two collide?
Disclaimer: Nada, you know the drill... But Dreampaw and Windpaw are based off my kitty, Cleopatra, and my friend's kitty, Snowflake.
Prologue
A flame colored tom lifted his head from the body of his victim before charging on, hissing at the young tom who stood in his path. The cat quickly ran off.A fluffy white tom ran up, blue eyes tired.
"How's everything going?" Firestar asked.
"Pretty well," Cloudtail panted, "Shadowclan's retreating, and-" His eyes widened, and he stared. Firestar followed his gaze, until his saw a stocky gray tom battling a cat twice his size, a white tom with black paws.
"Graystripe!" Firestar cried, racing over to help his friend. With the strength of Starclan, he hurled Blackstar off of Graystripe. As Blackstar ran off screeching, he turned to Graystripe, but the Thunderclan deputy had already collapsed.
Painful memories of Whitestorm's death entered Firestar's mind as he crouched next to his best friend.
"Hang on, Graystripe, hang on... we'll get you to camp, and Leafpool will help you-"
"No," Graystripe murmured, "Blackstar... he injured me badly..."
Fury swelled up within Firestar. Blackstar KNEW not to mortally injure a cat in a terriory battle! Maybe the tom's forgotten dark side was coming out again...
Suddenly, Graystripe's amber eyes glazed over, and he said in a trance-like voice:
"Sun will be born of tiger and fire, snow of black.
They will unite, and fight an old enemy, bringing peace..."
He became the normal cat again, and settled.
"Goodbye, Firestar, my friend."
And he was gone.
000
A dark ginger queen was settled comfortably in her nest, a single tiny kit at her side. That's right, just one.
Her sister watched with amber eyes. Squirrelflight's kitting had been a hard one, and only that little pale ginger she-cat had survived.
Squirrelflight opened her eyes and yawned.
"Leafpool, where's Brambleclaw?"
The light tabby medicine cat shook her head.
"I don't know, he should be here as soon as po-"
"Squirrelflight!"
Right on cue, a dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes skidded to a halt in front of Squirrelflight. She rolled her eyes and stared at him.
"About time. Meet your daughter."
Brambleclaw stared in awe. Like her grandmother, Sandstorm, the kit was pale ginger, but like her cousin, Cloudtail, her pelt was fluffy. She was only an hour old, though, so who knew what she would look like when she was older...
Brambleclaw touched noses fondly with his mate, and looked down at his daughter. His only kit.
Leafpool held back a mroww of laughter. Oh, this kit would be spoiled, all right...
000
Brambleclaw wondered if he should have told Squirrelflight about Graystripe... The battle had been horrid...
"All cats old enough to cats old enough to catch their own prey gather 'round!" Firestar yowled. Shocked murmurs were centered around Graystripe's body in the middle of the camp.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Came a voice. Turning, Brambleclaw found Squirrelflight, who had left their kit to see what was going on.
"I thought... I was worried about your health, and the kit's," Brambleclaw murmured, pressing his face against hers.
"As you can see," Firestar's voice was heavy with sorrow. "Graystripe was killed in battle. A noble death. But it wasn't just any cat who killed him. It was... Blackstar!"
Outraged yowls.
"We will mourn," Firestar yowled, "But first, I shall appoint a new deputy. I have chosen to be Thunderclan's new deputy... Brambleclaw!"
000
A few days after, a Shadowclan queen watched her two two moon old sons rough house around the nursery. One was a gray tabby like his mother, the other was snowy white with pale green eyes.
The white kit viciously bowled his brother over and pinned him to the ground, spitting in his face.
"Windkit!" The queen exclaimed, pulling him off of Magpiekit, who was squealing loudly.
"He made me mad!" Windkit cried defensively.
Applebird, another queen, pregnant with kits, walked by, purring.
"You'll have to keep an eye on that one, Berrypelt."
Berrypelt sighed as she rushed her sons inside the nursery den. Appelbird was right. She certainly would have to keep and eye on Windkit...
000
Dreamkit skidded to a halt in front of her grandfather and looked up, embarrassed. The three moon old kit didn't exactly abide the rules all the time.
Firestar looked down at her, trying to look stern, but couldn't help but chuckle. Somebody had to be lectured...
"Squirrelflight! Brambleclaw!"
Brambleclaw flinched and got up to stalk side by side with Squirrelflight toward his daughter.
"Dreamkit was bothering the elders, I'm afraid."
"She wasn't!" Cinderpelt insisted. Firestar rolled his eyes.
"You were trying to sleep. The point is, please keep an eye on her!"
"Maybe they will, maybe they won't!" Dreamkit squeaked, "My choice on whether to get caught again!" And with that, she sprinted off, Squirrelflight after her.
"You know," Brambleclaw said, watching his mate. "There's something familar about that kit..."
000
Well, R and R!