Hello! This is Roseh here, with my very first fanfiction! I decided to do a Warriors fanfiction, because, well, why not? They freakin' rock! -cough- Ahem, anyways, this is about Brackenfur's son, Lionkit, and his...erm...well, life. It's not as boring as it sounds, I promise! Oh, and, erm, please read and review! They make me happy, and have a warm, cozy feeling inside. Anyways, this is a pretty long a/n, so I'll, er, get on with the story... -wait for it...- Now!
Chapter 1:
Brackenfur
Leaf-bare was a harsh—actually, the harshest—season of all the four seasons of the year, and was well in motion, freezing the ThunderClan camp and spouting sickness.
Snow, glittering pristine-white in color, covered every inch of land in the camp and throughout their territory, and frost froze trees into glittering sculptures of nature.
A golden shape made its way through the thick snow, amber eyes narrowed and determined, his tail tip flicking back and forth. It was a noble creature—a feline, graceful and beautiful in all its majesty and beauty. This, in particular, was a tomcat, a male of its species. His narrowed, wide amber eyes were round and fixed on the ice-bright sky, chilling him to the bone.
The cat halted, its fur bristling slightly, fluffed up and acted as a substance of warmth to block the solid winds that froze his limbs. He narrowed his eyes and flattened himself against the mounds of snow, his entire golden form, with rich brown stripes nicely rippling throughout his short golden pelt, and his amber optics glimmering in the dusky sunhigh.
His eyes were fixed on a frail, thin, weak form before him—a long-eared rodent with patchy brown and white fur, it's winter coat yet to fully grow in.
His golden-brown paws were stealthily deadly as they blurred before his very eyes, short, but sharp, claws extended to their full length, letting them dig into the fur and flesh of the rabbit, leaping into the air.
The rodent squealed for mercy before his fangs sank into its throat, and finished its life. Sighing, the feline took the small, weak body into his jaws and padded silently onward.
This leaf-bare is the harshest we've experienced in this new territory, the tom thought, his tail-tip flicking. His insides, everyday, quaked with worry, though for the cat he loved, a gentle, but fierce in battle, tortoiseshell and white she-cat, her amber eyes bright and with more fire then any cat in the forest...
Sorreltail.
The she-cat still had her beautifully slender figure, even though she was pregnant with Brackenfur's—the tomcat's name—kits, their first litter.
He worried everyday that she'd catch a sickness and lose the kits, or even worse, her life. Brackenfur loved Sorreltail to the end, and vowed, as he trudged on, that those kits would grow up healthy and alive.
As the tabby, sun-colored pelt and earth-colored stripes, staggered into camp, amber eyes clouded with worry, he noticed right away a dark shape against the snow, in the warm, cramped nursery, exhausted.
"Sorreltail!" Cried Brackenfur, racing over to the pregnant she-cat. Her amber eyes glimmered.
"Hey, Brackenfur...ooh, isthat rabbit for me?"
Brackenfur nodded and let the bunny drop, watching his mate devour the meat hungrily. Her belly grew more swollen every day, and Brackenfur just hoped the kitting went alright...
"So, how are you? Did you have a hard day?"
Sorreltail shrugged wearily. "You have no idea. These kits squirm and kick like you'd never believe!" Then, she added, "Then again, they are you're kits!"
"Mine?" Snorted Brackenfur. "Willowpelt had more trouble kitting then Frostfur!"
The tortoiseshell's pretty dappled fur shone in the sunlight—almost cold—and her eyes twinkled with merriment. "Maybe so," she agreed, staring down at the belly so slender, even after moons of pregnancy. "Cinderpelt says they'll be born soon."
"Really?" Brackenfur's eyes widened proudly. "That's great, Sorreltail!"
She nodded, glancing around at all of the queens in the nursery.
There was Ferncloud, who was nursing her only kit, a she-cat who was almost too big for the nursery, Earthkit. Her dark fur and fiery eyes made her look almost exactly like Dustpelt, and she had his sharp tongue and mocking ways as well.
Squirrelflight was also pregnant, with Brambleclaw's kits, was somewhat close to Sorreltail's kitting-time, although not much.
Then, there was Leafpool, one of the medicine cats of ThunderClan. She was very ashamed nowadays, and hardly spoke to anyone. She had a single nursing kit, almost as old as Earthkit, a tom named Charredkit. They were great friends, and Charredkit's black fur and amber eyes made him look nothing like Leafpool, who was pregnant again, with another small litter who wouldn't be born for sometime.
Brackenfur heard a she-cat call him from outside—he turned and noticed Whitenose. Whitenose was the warrior name given to his own former apprentice, Whitepaw. She had trained hard, and was ready to prove she really deserved her name.
"Brackenfur, we should go hunting. Like old times," Whitenose explained briefly, her green eyes lighting up.
He nodded to the small white she-cat, her fur blending perfectly with the snow, like her father's did.
"Coming," Brackenfur meowed, turning back to nuzzle his mate affectionately. "I'll bring you back some more fresh-kill when I return," he told Sorreltail.
She nodded while Brackenfur pushed himself to his paws and padded away after Whitenose, feeling like a newly-made warrior again, or younger, an apprentice with his mentor, Graystripe.
Okay, kinda' long for a first chapter... three pages on OpenOffice... I don't always do long chapters, but this one was just a medium-length one. Okay, well, read and review and I'll give you more! And please don't say you don't like Whitepaw's name—I didn't think of it. I got it from Wikipedia, although it may not be official, it says 'Whitenose' there... so... no comments on that, please. Whoa... 'nother long author's note, those aren't so cool. See ya!
