I made Mosspelt up myself. proudness
---Chapter Twelve---
"RAVENKIT!" The Queen cried once she had regained her balance. She stared in horror as the tiny bundle of black fur was carried downstream. "My Kit! My kit! No, come back!" She lowered herself on the rock and plunged her forepaws in the stream. She winced as the icy cold water chilled her pelt.
"STOP IT!" Brambleclaw hissed. "It's not worth it! Think about your other three kits." The tabby warrior looked up at Crowfeather for help in trying to convince Mosspelt to rethink her actions, but the dark grey warrior only stared frozen in horror as he watched the tiny kit disappear downstream. Sootfur and Sorreltail were busy helping another queen cross, and Brackenfur carried a grey she-kit that belonged to Mosspelt onto ThunderClan territory. Flamepaw heaved a sigh, thinking that he should at least try to do something rather than wait around for the kit to drown.
"I'll get him!" The dark ginger apprentice meowed bravely. Without waiting for a response from one of the senior warriors, he plunged into the stream. The freezing water wrapped itself around him, just like in his dream, and it caused him to go gasping for air several times, though all he got was a lungful of smoke. Flamepaw's paws could touch the bottom easily, but the water soon became deeper and it soon reached above his neck.
"Please, save my kit!" Mosspelt called after him with a look of panic on her face before her figure disappeared behind a mask of black smoke as Flamepaw swam farther downstream. He shivered several times and his body was shaking like mad which made it difficult for him to concentrate on swimming. He could hear the kit whining, followed shortly by a faint splashing sound and some gurgling.
Spottedleaf? Oakheart? Can you hear me? Help me, please! Flamepaw prayed silently to StarClan as his paws slipped and scrapped against the wet stones on the bottom of the stream. A sharp pebble was caught between his toes and it felt like his pad was bleeding. His paw began to throb painfully as he splashed around in the water, trying to relocate the drowning kit. Flamepaw took a deep breath and buried his head below the surface, hoping he would be able to see the kit somewhere underwater. Everything underwater, however, was pitched black and the cold stream made his cheeks tingle. But that didn't matter, for he finally spotted it. Far off, he could see the white bubbles floating up to the surface of the water. That must be where the kit is, he thought, and its still struggling for life!
Flamepaw brought his head back up to take a breath of smoke-filled air. His whiskers and the fur on his face drooped with the weight of the water but he merely shook it off and lunged downstream towards the direction where he saw the bubbles. His pad still hurt and although his pelt was starting to become numb to the water, his body was still protesting staying in any longer. Nevertheless, he swam confidently through the water until he could no longer feel his legs.
That's it. He heard Oakheart's voice echo in his ears and he wondered if the StarClan warrior was looking down at him from the clouds at this very moment. Keep swimming, young one.
Suddenly, despite the freezing cold liquid that was surrounding him, Flamepaw felt a surge of warmth overcome him and he began to take longer and more powerful strokes of his legs, easily moving around in the stream as if he was born a RiverClan cat. Then something else caught his attention; through the smoky air, a new, powerful smell overcame him. IT was a sweet smell and a familiar one too. He looked over at the bank of the river on his side and could see the shiny glow of a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat watching him.
"Over here, Flamepaw!" Spottedleaf called out, pointing with her tail to a rock that was half in the stream and half wedged into the earth of the bank on the WindClan side. On the rock was a tiny scrap of soaked black fur that was hardly moving. Flamepaw's heart sank at the sight but he reminded himself that if the kit was doomed to die, these two wonderful StarClan warriors won't be wasting their time trying to help him save the kit.
He wriggled through the water fiercely until he came up to the rock. His paws could touch the ground now, and the water suddenly felt a whole lot warmer. The tiny black kit had its mouth open, revealing a pink tongue and a set of small, sharp teeth. Flamepaw watched as its chest rose and fell with every breath of air it took. A new joy flooded over him.
"Thank you Spottedleaf—" He began, but when he turned back around, the StarClan she-cat was no where to be seen. He pushed the thought of her out of his mind, and turning back to the kit, he gently scooped the bundle of fur in his mouth and carefully made his way back to the stepping stones.