musicamode: I don't own anyone but Thorn and her kits.
Scourge: Look! A random mouse! -leaps toward it-
Random Mouse: Don't even think about it, pal! -whacks Scourge on the head with a rubber chicken and runs off-
musicamode: Scourgie! Are you okay? -huggles him-
Scourge: GAH! GET ON WITH THE STORY!
They nudged the queen to her paws and guided her back to camp. As they crossed the clearing, Sandstorm called out for Cinderpelt. The medicine cat limped over, followed by Firestar and Graystripe.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"We found this prisoner out near Snakerocks. She's… about to have kits." Brambleclaw said.
Graystripe sniffed the panting tortoiseshell, then recoiled. A few curious cats had come out of their dens.
"She smells like Bloodclan." He growled.
Yowls of alarm arose at this comment.
"We know that, Graystripe. But – " Sandstorm began.
"We can ask her why she's here later." Cinderpelt's meow rose above the noise. "Right now, she needs help."
Firestar, Graystripe, Sandstorm and Brambleclaw watched in silence as the gray tabby led the queen to the nursery.
The next day, Graystripe padded over to Cinderpelt's den. He almost ran into the tabby as she came out.
"Oh, hello, Graystripe. I was just going to check on Thorn."
"Thorn?"
"The Bloodclan prisoner." Cinderpelt meowed.
The deputy nodded and followed the medicine cat to the nursery. He slipped inside after her and peered through the warm darkness of the nursery. Thorn was lying in a mossy nest, gazing contentedly at three kits snuggled up to her side. She looked up.
"Cinderpelt." She dipped her head. "And this must be Graystripe. Cinderpelt told me about you."
"How are you feeling?" the medicine cat asked.
"A little tired, but other than that, I'm fine."
"The kits look healthy." Graystripe commented.
"They are."
The deputy looked closely at the three kits. One was black all over, except for its two front paws, which were white. The second looked just like its mother: a black and red tortoiseshell. The last was black and white, and currently trying to crawl off. Thorn nudged it closer to her. After a few moments, Graystripe slid out of the nursery and Firestar entered. Cinderpelt dipped her head and headed back to her den. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Firestar spoke.
"Tell me: What were you doing on Thunderclan territory?"
musicamode: I think I did a little better with this chappie. Let me know!
Tigerstripe: Thanks!
Icefoot: Thanks, I will! ;)
wildgirlxyz3: Yeah, more shorties. Hope I did better with this one!
Queen B of Randomness 016: I read your story, and it is totally AWESOME! Read her story, people!
tabbystar: Yes, I do, but I'm not sure if it'll help much. Here goes: Don't let unkind reviews keep you from writing. Good luck!
Luxtail: Lol! Thanks! I was hoping Scourge didn't seem too OOC. ;)
Scourge: I wasn't even remotely out of character until you startedwriting this!
musicamode: You're much cuter when your OOC.
Scourge: WHAT! I'm gonna --
musicamode: I have two german shepherds here in the studio, Scourge.
Scourge: Nevermind. -ahem- Review!