A/N
Thank you, Guest(Nightwhisper) for that. That really touched me. I did choose one of the names you gave me, but it's a surprise XD. If you had an account, I'd PM you, but since you're a guest, just review the warrior name suggestion for the kit names you gave me.
Flowerpelt was talking fondly with Puddlewhisker when Hawkpool and Thornsnag returned from the noon patrol. "So then I said to Roseclaw, you'd better run, or I'll chase you all the way to the Silver-Trees!" Flowerpelt laughed, earning a snicker from Puddlewhisker too. (The silver-trees are like skyscrapers)
Puddlewhisker's face turned serious. "Flowerpelt, the clan needs to know who the father of your kits is. For all I know, it could be that WindClan tom you're hanging around at Gatherings!" Puddlewhisker exclaimed, "so are they Beechtail's or Shellwhisker's? I promise I won't tell Cloudypool if it's Shellwhisker, and I won't tell MArigoldfur if they're Beechtail's," the pale grey queen murmured, but Flowerpelt just hung her head low.
"Flowerpelt! Are the kits Flameheart's? Are they half-clan? Or full-blood?" Puddlewhisker seemed to be growing impatient. "I don't want you breaking the code!"
"I don't know, Puddlewhisker! I don't know whose they are!"
(Meanwhile, somewhere in the ThunderClan territory…)
"Shypaw! C'mon, look for his weak spot!" Scarface shouted as his apprentice practice battled with Flamefoot. Shypaw suddenly had the upper paw when she used her hind leg and jabbed Flamefoot in the lower belly, and she pinned him down. "Pin down's a win! One point for Flamefoot, and three for my fabulous apprentice!" Scarface announced, drawing another line in the dirt with a claw.
Flamefoot growled. "How can an apprentice beat me? And a kittypet one at that!" The ginger tom snorted, stalking off.
Shypaw ducked her head. "Don't worry, he's just jealous is all. Besides, you've been here for a half-moon now, and you're already doing great!" Scarface encouraged. "Let's get back to camp. I bet you're hungry.
"Hi, Scarface!" Cardinalheart meowed enthusiastically. She'd finally resumed her warrior duties, much to Flamefoot's delight. "Cardinalheart." Scarface returned her mew.
Shypaw grabbed a squirrel and sat down with Blizzardkit. The two had really hit it off. "Then, when Snowwing called for me, I leaped out of the snow and got her tail. She never saw me coming. If I was an adder, I would've-chomp!- gotten her in a whole bite." Blizzardkit motioned with his paws. Shypaw giggled through her mouthful of squirrel.
"How many moons are you again?" Blizzardkit asked the former kittypet. Shypaw shrugged. "Let's see. uh, four, eight, kitting, I'm ten moons old." Shypaw responded, then double checked. "No, scratch that. Eleven moons." Blizzardkit nodded. "I'm almost two moons now!" He exclaimed.
…
Huntkit grumbled to himself as he dabbed one of Hailfall's ticks off with mouse bile. "You're not done, little kit. There's one in my tail. I can feel it." Hailfall complained. Huntkit groaned, searching around the elder's tail fur. Huntkit spotted it, the huge thing, cracked it in his teeth and spat it out.
"You're much better and gentler than cats before you. Thornsnag was terrible at it, and Hawkpool thought she was too good for it." Hailfall meowed bluntly. Huntkit stopped.
"Who're Thornsnag and Hawkpool?" The white tom kit wondered, moving on to Tulipwood's ticks. "Well, Thornsnag was Hawkpool's mentor, and Hawkpool was Smokestar's daughter, but when Hawkpool's warrior ceremony came, she revealed that she was really from RiverClan, and she pledged her service to them, and left us. Then Thornsnag left the next morning to be with Hawkpool in RiverClan." Mallowtail explained.
Huntkit nodded slowly. Why would Smokestar do that? Gingerroot is kind of a snob though… Huntkit though, remembering the foul look she gave him. "I think I'm done with your ticks. Need any prey?" Huntkit asked, shaking out his fur. The elders' shook their heads.
"Shypaw brought us some a while ago, don't worry." Mallowtail purred. Go have Mintflower wash your paws off and you should eat." the black and brown tabby croaked. Huntkit bent his head thankfully.
I'm exhausted, but it is better than having go from abandoned house to another. Shypaw always looked out for me. I don't know why though… Huntkit meowed to himself. But I've been with Shy for as long as I can remember… I'm way too young to be her brother, maybe just a long friend…?
Huntkit was too tired to ponder over it, so he settled down next to Eaglekit in pleading for milk. "Please, Nightbreeze! I'm hungry!" Eaglekit whined, and Huntkit echoed his brother's protests with the most pitiful cry he could muster up. Nightbreeze sighed in defeat. "Fine, I was planning on hunting with Snowwing, since her kits are sleeping, but I guess I could rest. Go on, you two," the black queen yawned.
(RiverClan…)
"You, what?!" Puddlewhisker cried, staring at Flowerpelt in disbelief. The tortoiseshell sighed. "It all happened so quickly, that last Gathering. His flaming ginger fur… So hard to resist, then Shellwhisker found a little too much catnip… I don't even want to get in with Beechtail…" Flowerpelt looked away from Puddlewhisker quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up, but the grey she cat merely let out a giggling cackle.
"Wow, Flowerpelt! You sure got some, eh?" Puddlewhisker snickered, "but, it all seriousness, let's hope they're full-blood. We really don't want a battle with so many kits." Puddlewhisker sighed, glancing at Jaykit and Splashkit, who were now playing with Petalkit.
Hawkpool approached Puddlewhisker, and Flowerpelt's face suddenly turned cold. "C'mon, I think Petalpaw's being apprenticed!" Hawkpool exclaimed, as she saw her father expertly leap on the GreatLedge and yowl his familiar call.
As she thought, Petalkit was called up. "Petalkit, you have reached your sixth moon and it's time for you to be apprenticed." Oakstar's voice echoed strongly, as Petalkit puffed out her grey and golden spotted fur excitedly. "From this day forward, until you gain your warrior name, you'll be known as Petalpaw. Your mentor will be Thornsnag."
Shocked murmurs buzzed like honeybees around the cats until Oakstar raised his tail for silence.
"Thornsnag, though you have only been with us for a short time, you saved Petalpaw from the thaw, and proven your loyalty and strength. I'm sure you'll pass on all your unique skills to Petalpaw." Oakstar bellowed, as Petalpaw dashed forward to meet him, Thornsnag placed a paw on Petalpaw's chest. "Slow down, don't want to get a nosebleed." Thornsnag chuckled, meeting the grey and gold she cat more gently.
Hawkpool scoffed good-heartedly when Thornsnag padded over to her. "Don't wanna get a nosebleed." Hawkpool mimicked the chocolate tom. Thornsnag rolled his eyes and was about to respond when Petalpaw nipped his tail tip.
"Can we go see the territory? Please?" Petalpaw blinked her huge blue eyes at Thornsnag. Thornsnag suddenly looked worried. "Um, wanna come with us, Hawkpool?" Thornsnag hinted.
Hawkpool caught on. "Ohh. Of course!" Hawkpool agreed. He doesn't know all the territory yet! Maybe the other mentors can help him out. Hawkpool thought as they toured the territory, Petalpaw not once shutting her trap.
As the sun began to set giving way to the dusk stars and dark sky, Briarpaw, Ferretpaw, Doepaw and Dovepaw all looked about to burst with excitement. It must be their- Hawkpool's though were cut off by her father's call.
"I, Oakstar, leader of RiverClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these four apprentices. They've trained long and hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend you to make them warriors in their turn." Oakstar addressed, as Briarpaw twitched her tail tip anxiously.
"Briarpaw, Doepaw, Ferretpaw, Dovepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?" Oakstar echoed.
"I do." Ferretpaw answered, an edge to his voice.
"I do." Dovepaw and Doepaw answered in perfect unison.
"I do," Briarpaw breathed, her voice a whisper.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Briarpaw, from this day forward as Briarfrost. StarClan honors your gentleness and wisdom." Oakstar laid his muzzle on Briarfrost's muzzle as she gave the leader a respectful lick on the shoulder.
Ferretpaw became Ferretnose, Dovepaw became Dovetail, and Doepaw became Doestripe. The four new warriors excitedly chatted with each other, grabbing prey and gulping it down.
Briarfrost was sloppily flirting with Ferretnose. I still can't believe that Ferretnose and Doestripe are my brother and sister, and Briarfrost likes him! Hawkpool thought, scrunching her face up at the memory when she met them.
"I bet Oakstar gave you the name Ferretnose for your great sense of smell! You're the best tracker in the clan!" Briarfrost gushed, batting her eyes. Ferretnose's tail lashed once. "Uh-huh. Do you mind getting a fish for Shadepaw and I?" Ferretnose didn't meet Briarfrost's eyes, instead, he was gazing all moony like at Shadepaw, as they grey-black she cat apprentice chatted with Mistpaw.
Briarfrost let a high-pitched growl escape her as she stalked away, ranting to Creeksplash. Hawkpool pricked her ears when she heard Flowerpelt hesitantly padding up to her.
The tortoiseshell cleared her throat.
"Hawkpool, I, um, apologize for mistreating you and your mate." Flowerpelt dipped her head half-way. Hawkpool felt her ears burst in flames. "No, no, no. I'm not mates with Thornsnag, we're merely friends." Hawkpool protested, but Flowerpelt raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, okay." Flowerpelt scoffed good-heartedly. "Anyways, I have a small favor to ask of you." Flowerpelt's tone grew serious. Hawkpool pricked an ear. "Yes?'
"Would you come with me to confront Shellwhisker about being a father to my kits?" The tortoiseshell asked eagerly. Hawkpool took a step back. "I thought you didn't know who the father was."
Flowerpelt's blue eyes grew worried. "I still don't, so I'm telling them the possibility of being a father. Not like it's new to Shellwhisker, he is the father of Pebbletail and Mistpaw, but I don't want Cloudypool to maul me." The queen explained, glancing at the silvery she cat.
Hesitantly, the ruby eyed she cat agreed. Flowerpelt stood up, "thank you," she gave a paw a nervous lick as she approached Shellwhisker, who was just starting another argument with his former mate.
"I'm only saying, we need more paw! What's the use of having some kit when you're never having anymore?" Shellwhisker snarled, clawing the ground. Cloudypool's neck fur stood on end. "I'm not as young as I once was, Shellwhisker! I don't want to endanger any kits, if I were to have anymore!" Cloudypool began to leave, but she sat back down when Flowerpelt came to the blue-grey tom.
"Sh-Shellwhisker, I have news. I'm expecting kits, and you could be the father." Flowerpelt looked like she wanted to hide under a rock when Cloudypool glared at the tortoiseshell in disbelief.
"Really?! So, when I say I don't want anymore kits, you turn around and get a younger cat pregnant? You're cheap, you know that Shellwhisker?!" Cloudypool hissed, her murky blue eyes like blue flames as she stormed off out of camp.
"Um, Flowerpelt, this needs to wait." Shellwhisker dipped his head. "Cloudypool, come back!" He called as he chased after her, Cloudypool's blue-grey tail tip disappearing through the reed and cattail barrier. Shellwhisker wasn't far behind her, chasing after her like a mad rabbit.
Flowerpelt hung her head low. "Guess I'd better tell Beechtail…" The tortoiseshell slowly approached the pale ginger-cream deputy.
"Hang on, just organizing a hunting patrol. Um, Badgerfoot, take Greywillow, Troutpaw and Spidertail for hunting." Beechtail quickly decided. He turned back to Flowerpelt with a slight grin on his face.
"Beechtail, I'm expecting kits, and you might be the father." Flowerpelt meowed softly. Before Beechtail could respond, a beautiful golden she cat with dark brown flecks stomped over to Beechtail. "Seriously? I've already told you I'm having your kits, and now you decide that mewling kit is better than me?!" Marigoldfur burst, glaring at both her mate and Flowerpelt.
Flowerpelt gulped, hunching down closer to the ground. Beechtail held his tail up. "Marigoldfur, if you were listening in, then you would've heard she said might. I only might be the father. Flowerpelt, who else could it be?" The deputy's voice stayed calm.
Flowerpelt gulped again, her eyes narrowed. "Sh-Shellwhisker, maybe." Or Flameheart's. The tortoiseshell thought dreadfully.
Beechtail took in a hissing deep breath. "Wow. Cloudypool's going to claw your face off. Or Marigoldfur's going to force squirrel bones down your throat." Beechtail looked mildly worried. "Well, even so, let's hope they're not mine. I bet Marigoldfur's planning ten different ways to kill you." Beechtail sounded dead serious. Flowerpelt shivered fearfully and backed away.
As Flowerpelt sat sullenly next to Hawkpool and Puddlewhisker, Puddlewhisker was shaking her head. "I'm so so sorry Flowerpelt. I really am. It's a true shame that either of those toms have she cats ready to bury you." Puddlewhisker sighed, stroking her friend's back with her tail.
Oh, please kits, look nothing like Beechtail, if anything, Be Shellwhisker's! Flowerpelt pleaded to StarClan.
Blood-scent suddenly hit Flowerpelt's nose, and she was instantly on her paws. Shellwhisker was back, tears streaming at full force down his face, but that wasn't all. A silver she cat with white ears and a blue-grey tal tip hung limp in his jaws, blood welling from a gash in her head glowed crimson in the faint moonlight.
Cloudypool…
A/N
SAVE THE DRAMA FOR YOU MAMA, MARIGOLDFUR!
Marigoldfur: Softcloud's dead. *straight face*
Awkward silence.
Me: oooook. Um. So, any suggestions for names for Marigoldfur's kits…?
Marigoldfur: I CAN NAME MY OWN KITS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Me: Yeah, yeah, no one likes a brat, Goldy. Move on. By the way, Guest(Nightwhisper) OC offers are still open, just review your OC's name and his/her parents can be Marigoldfur and Beechtail.