Chapter #13 The Murder -
Mousefur groomed the small body down, taking off blood and putting on her scent. She watched as the small kitten coughed up some liquid and took it's first breath. Mousefur sighed and started licked again. Blackrose eyed her mother carefully as she took care of the small morsel. Mousefur grabbed the kit gently by the scruff of it's neck. Dewkit was watching and purred with amusement as the kit tripped, Blackrose gave him a don't-you-ever-do-that-again glance. He stopped and padded to the older queen. He himself, started licking the small kit.
"Mousefur, what will you name it?"
"It is a female." Mousefur said, "She is a light pale tan, with white boots, tail, and face. I think she should be Creamkit."
Dewkit nodded in agreement and so did Blackrose. Blackrose also found it easy to name her kin. She named them after what she saw except Stormkit. Dewkit was first born and dew was all over his fur when Blackrose finally woke up. Next was Luxkit because of the light streaming in from the nursery. Then Flowerkit because of the flowers brightness against the light. Then was Stormkit but Blackrose didn't know what to name him. And last was Fogkit, the smallest of them all. She was named after the light fog that surrounded the camp after the sun went down.
Later, Flowerkit and Luxkit came over to their mother in the corner of the nursery.
"Mother," Flowerkit began, "Did Mousefur have her kits yet?"
Blackrose nodded, "There's only one. It is a she-cat," Luxkit and Flowerkit exchanged glances, "Her name is Creamkit."
"That's a pretty name," Luxit mewed, "Just like mine!"
Blackrose purred and licked her daughter. Ashfur came rushing over.
"Backrose and Mousefur, Wrentail has just been attacked, and sadly killed."
Blackrose, Flowerkit, Luxkit, Mousefur, Dewkit, and Rainwhisker all gasped. All of them started for under high rock but Mousefur and Rainwhisker held back. Dewkit stopped and looked back.
"Pay her respects for us, I cannot leave my mate and she cannot leave Creamkit."
Dewkit nodded, looking wiser beyond his age, which was about four moons now. He bounded out to the small brown she-cat under the huge rock. Their were mews of pain and lost, mostly from Fawnspots, her mother, Sandstorm, her mentor, and the other warriors that trained with Wrentail, Blackrose, Floodpelt, a blue-gray she-cat with light blue eyes, Smokeshade, a dark gray tom with white paws, face, and tail, and Littleraccoon, a small white she-cat with a light gray face and a bushy tail. Dewkit came over to the dead body lying limp. He walked around her and saw something odd. Dark gray fur in between her claws. He also noticed white fur mixed. He glanced at Smokeshade who was currently walking back to the warrior den. Dewkit gasped and walked after him. Stopping at the front of the bramble.
"If anybody finds out about what I did, I'm crow food."
Dewkit felt horror flow into him and he raced to Mousefur. She would listen.
