Storm's story
/I decided to do a story on what happened to Stormfur…the first couple chapters will be from his point of view, the rest from his daughter. Enjoy, and please read and review! I love reviews! And socks/
A pretty young brown tabby crept out of the small hollow " Storm," she called softly, amber eyes glittering. A young gray tom bounded out, his pelt lightly streaked with mud "Oh, Brook!" he cried as he nuzzled her cheek "Well?" he asked nervously "Come see for yourself," Brook purred " Three- One male, two females" Storms eyes brightened proudly as he followed her into the den.
" Spider that climbs up rocks" Brook smiled as she licked the small dark, dark gray she-kit, who was almost black. "Storm, have you come up with any names for your son?" she inquired. Storm looked up at his beloved mate and smiled sadly "No, my dear Brook…I-I was wondering if I could name the light gray-she kit. I was thinking 'Silver star shining in the gray sky' after my mother and father" he shifted nervously- what would she think of his silly demand? "Of coarse, Storm," she purred pressing her cheek against his "I know how important it is for you to remember/ respect your heritage, and your parents" she smiled "I'm sure Silver and Spider's grandparents would be proud" Storm just melted 'oh, I'm lucky I choose to stay here with her!' he thought, happily. "Your son will be named…Falcon who swoops down on mice, and now with them named, I must go tell Stoneteller, so he may announce the births and give them a cat to teach them…. I believe you call it a mentor…" she faltered "Come Strom!" and padded out, all the while thinking, their aunt died to save them, and to give me this kind of freedom…Silver truly did save us all.
Stoneteller leapt to the over hanging rock and began" Cats of the Tribe of Rushing Water, we gather in the cave of pointed stones for a few announcements…Brook where small fish swim, and Storm, the brother of the Silver cat who saved us all from Sharptooth, that the Tribe of Endless Hunting foretold, and came back to live with us, have had kits, Two females named Spider and Silver, and a tom called Falcon. We thank the tribe of endless hunting for our good fortune. Also come to announce that Night of no stars is expecting kits. Frost of moon and Flight of angered falcon are no longer to-be's, but prey hunters. Tribe of endless hunting, we thank you. The meeting is over." Stoneteller turned and walked back to the main cave. Storm smiled at Brook "Goodnight, the kits are beautiful…especially my son, he looks just like you." Brook yawned, "He reminds me of Talon…Oh, he want to see them, you know, tomorrow." "Fine" Purred Storm proudly "But you need your rest now. Goodnight, again, Brook"
Storm curled up into his bed, with proud thoughts.' I'm a father!' With his last thought as he drifted off to sleep. 'Oh, Starclan! Do not have forgotten me, mother, sister. Please, look after my kits…I haven't forgotten you!'