Hey Nightpool here.
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Oh. My. StarClan!
Special thanks to Maple Dapple for reviewing!
Onto the story!
Light trailed after the white tom, mind racing as she tried to figure out what had happened.
Her kits swung limply from the other toms jaws and Storm was being herded as well, her heavily pregnant belly swinging as she walked.
The white tom slowed and began to walk beside the dumbstruck creamy she-cat, "well sugar," he purred, his mew dripping with honey, "if we are going to be mates, we should get to know each other, hmm sugar?"
Light looked up, "I'm Light," she mewed, her mew hollow with grief, "well, my darling Light," purred the white tom, "I am Coldstar leader of BrokenClan," he stretched out a paw as though bowing.
"Cold...star..." replied Light, struggling with the odd name, "may I please see to my kits?" Coldstar smiled, though it was not a kindly sign, "of course sugar," he mewed, "go ahead."
Light half ran to her kits, the black tom held Flame and two identical grey tabby toms held Mist and Butterfly, "mamma!" squealed Mist, wriggling in the jaws of the slightly bigger grey tabby tom.
"Let go of me you big pile of foxdung!" she snarled, lashing out with her tiny, sharp claws, they bit into his chest fur and the tom let out a small yelp, with a last tug the small silver and cream kit pulled herself free.
"Mamma!" she cried again, pushing her shivering body into Light's thick fur, "they hurt daddy and left him! We have to get away!" Light picked her daughter up and glared at the tom, challenging him to take the feisty she-kit from her mother.
The tom huffed but didn't move to reclaim Mist, "give me my other kits too," Light mewed, her mew even and calm, the other grey tabby took one look at her steely gaze and placed Butterfly down by her mother.
But the black tom glared at her, "this kit stays with me," he snarled around Flame's body, Light narrowed her blue eyes and swished her tail, but before she could leap, Coldstar pushed between them.
"Now now Nightpool," he purred to the black tom, "let the mother have her son, we both know she will not run away," the so called Nightpool growled to himself but dropped Flame, none to gently.
The bright ginger tom bolted to Light and she placed him and Butterfly on her back, then with her head held high she stalked away from the toms, but not before she heard Coldstar mew to Nightpool; "I chose well, proud, beautiful, what more could I want in my first mate?"
Light was exhausted from carrying three kits by the time Coldstar announced that they were there.
The creamy she-cat looked around trying to find traces of cat life, but found nothing.
Then Coldstar, with a smirk, pushed aside a heap of bracken that hid a hole in the stony wall, "follow me sugar," he purred before disappearing into the tunnel.
Nightpool shoved Storm in then beckoned Light, as she entered the damp, dripping passage she was plunged into darkness until she arrived on the other side, into a camp bustling with activity.
Light let out a gasp as she surveyed the many cats running back and forth, but on closer inspection, she saw toms, chasing she-cats from the pile of prey, toms raking she-cats faces if they got in their way, toms in general treating the she-cats like mousedung.
"Welcome to BrokenClan, sugar," purred Coldstar, "your new home, Nightpool will show you around and explain the rules, OK, sugar?" then with those words he stalked off to a crack in a pile of boulders, "come with me," growled Nightpool.
Light just nodded, to weary to snap back at the grumpy tom.
"This is the warriors den, were the toms sleep when they finish apprenticeship," mumbled Nightpool, flicking his tail, "over there is the tom apprentice den, were toms who are learning to be warriors go, there is the she-cat apprentice den, were they sleep until they are chosen by a tom, over there is the nursery, were all she-cats who are not in training stay and raise the she-kits, there is the toms nursery were all tom kits go once they are weaned, got it so far?"
Light nodded numbly and Nightpool continued, "I will now explain the rules," he mewed, "first off, she-cats do not eat until all toms have had their share, they do not argue or fight back, toms are always superior to she-cats, she-cats will do all the chores while toms hunt and fight, in general, she-cats cannot do anything."
"Now, head to the nursery with your she-kits, I myself will settle Flame into the tom nursery, later you will be given a proper name, I may bring you some leftover freshkill later," he mewed before snatching Flame and stalking off.
Light headed for the nursery and once in a secluded nest away from the other she-cats, she began to cry.
"Mamma?" came a tiny mew, the creamy she-cat looked through her tears at her smallest daughter, who too had tears gleaming in her little eyes, "mamma, we will still be happy right?" Light pulled Butterfly closer to her, "oh little one, I don't know, I don't know..."
Then the mother and daughters cried together until they fell into a fitful sleep.
They were woken later by Coldstar's commanding yowl breaking the sweet silence, Light watched as the other queens slowly left the den then she picked up her daughters and helped Storm out into the light.
"Cats of BrokenClan!" called Coldstar, his golden eyes glinting, "today is a happy day, we have two new queens, one of which is my first mate and three kits, I will now bestow upon them their true names, Storm, you are now Stormlily, Light, you are Lightblaze and your kits are Mistkit, Butterflykit and Flamekit, dismissed!"
With his final words he leaped off the boulders and nuzzled into Lightblaze who shivered involuntarily, "well pretty Lightblaze, head for the nursery, I will make sure Nightpool brings you some prey later," Coldstar purred before walking away.
Lightblaze picked up Mistkit and Butterflykit, shot a longing glance at Flamekit and resigned herself to this life of being treated lower then a snake.