Thanks for the positive reviews, guys! Just so you know, starting next week, I'll be at a sleep-away camp, so I probably won't be able to update. So, I'll be updating very often for the rest of this week. Ummm...Yeah. That's it for now! Time for chapter three!
Chapter 3
That night, Kite had trouble sleeping. When she closed her eyes, she could see the forest. She could feel the gentle newleaf breeze teasing her fur. She could hear prey scuffling in the undergrowth, and she could see her old Clanmates as they ran through the forest, their eyes alight with joy. Kite longed to join them, to feel their ecstacy, but her paws were rooted to the spot. All she could do was watch them enjoying themselves and the company of thier Clanmates. And when she opened her eyes, she was back in her housefolk's nest again, curled up in the soft nest she and Tabitha shared in the kitchen.
At about moonhigh, Kite rose to her paws and pushed her way through the small swinging opening in the bottom of her housefolk's door that led into the garden. She leapt onto the fence and gazed out into the forest beyond. She was tempted to leap down and race into the ThunderClan camp, just to see if anyone would recognize her. But she stayed where she was. She knew it would be foolish to run right onto Clan territory, so she stayed where she was. A cool breeze ruffled her fur. The half-moon hung high above her head. Kite jumped down from the fence, rolled onto her back, and gazed up at the stars.
"They're especially beautiful tonight, aren't they?" The sudden meow made Kite jerk her head to the right in surprise. Odin stood on the fence, looking down at her.
"Yeah," Kite murmured in agreement.
"Do you know about the warrior ancestors that live in the sky?" Odin asked, jumping down and settling down beside Kite, tucking his paws under his chest and looking up at the sky.
"You mean StarClan?" Kite meowed. "I've heard of them, but I wasn't in ThunderClan long enough to learn the stories."
"Would you like to hear one?" Odin offered. Kite nodded. "One of my favorite stories about a StarClan cat is the tale of Silverstream, a RiverClan cat. Silverstream was the daughter of Crookedstar. She met her mate, a ThunderClan tom named Graystripe, when she saved him from drowning. After that, they met practically every night, and before long she found out she would be bearing his kits. She longed to join him in ThunderClan, but she knew she could never be happy there, and she didn't consider asking him to join RiverClan, since she knew he wouldn't be happy there, either. And so, when the time came to bear his kits, she had not been in camp, and so she died from blood loss. Graystripe had brought the medicine cat from his cat too late. Silverstream bore two kits and died. Now, she walks StarClan, nursing and looking after deceased kits."
But Kite wasn't listening. She was already fast asleep.
So, what did you think? It was a bit short, I'm sure. I'm open to any suggestions for future chapters. PM me!
- Blazey