"Come, little one."
Smallkit reached out to nuzzle his mother, to feel her… he heard a purr and the patter of pawsteps as she raced away from him, her face unseen.
"Come back!" He called, trying to run after her. Her voice was only just out of reach, and he raced faster and faster, trying to catch up…
"Smallkit, do you want to explore the camp or not?!" Wolfkit's impatient voice sounded next to his ear.
Smallkit stretched in his nest, tasting the air longingly for any trace of his absent mother's scent. But as quickly as it came, it was gone.
His sister was waiting for him as he clambered out of the nest they shared with their foster mother Gorsewing, twitching her pale gray tail impatiently. "Come on! Runningkit's already outside."
Smallkit shook his head to clear it. "He is?"
Wolfkit rolled her eyes. "Honestly, if you were any slower you'd be a RiverClan cat! Today we finally get to explore camp!"
Smallkit smoothed his black and white pelt with his tongue. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
"You!" Wolfkit purred, shoving her brother playfully. Before he could retaliate, she slipped outside, Smallkit on her tail.
As soon as he stepped outside, Smallkit stopped cold and gazed around in wonder. "The moor is so…"
"Big." Wolfkit supplied.
This was the home of WindClan, the greatest Clan of all. And I'm one of them, Smallkit thought proudly. The moor stretched in every direction, where the rabbits Gorsewing told about roamed and the cats of WindClan had hunted for longer than any elder could remember. Smallkit opened his mouth to taste the air, relishing the strange, new scents that entered his mouth brought by the breeze.
"Are your paws stuck to the ground?" Runningkit, Smallkit and Wolfkit's brother asked. "You aren't going to see much by just standing there! There are the tunnels, the rocks, the heather.."
"How would you know?" Wolfkit snapped. "You've only been out here ten minutes longer."
Runningkit snorted. "Breezepaw told me." He nodded to a light brown tabby tom sitting down with a pretty black apprentice.
Smallkit interrupted his siblings before Wolfkit got touchy. "Show us."
Runningkit opened his mouth to reply, but a deep voice spoke from behind the moon-old kits. "Are you sure that would be the best idea?"
The three kits whirled to see a large dark brown tabby tom standing behind them. Smallkit felt his littermates shrink back on either side of him in fear. Smallkit saw a flicker of amusement in the eyes of the older tom.
"I'm not going to eat you," He purred. "I'm Fallowstar."
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This must be the leader, Smallkit thought. Is everything in WindClan bigger than me? He wondered. Well, duh. I was named Smallkit for a reason.
He gazed at his leader in awe. Wolfkit, however, soon grew bored of staring and disappeared behind the nursery, presumably to fetch a moss-ball. Runningkit averted his leader's gaze and fixed his eyes on the ground.
But Smallkit stared up, straight into his leader's dark amber eyes. Only amusement filled them…and maybe curiousity?
"Smallkit, come back to the nursery and stop bothering Fallowstar!" Gorsewing called from the nursery. "I need to talk to you."
Smallkit blinked, as though coming out of a trance. "Coming, Gorsewing," He called back. A flicker of bewilderment passed across Fallowstar's face, and Runningkit, too was looking at his brother strangely. Okay then… He scampered back across to the WindClan nursery, which was empty.
"Gorsewing!" He mewled, puzzled.
"What is it?" Gorsewing's mew sounded from behind him.
Smallkit whirled to see his foster mother. "Did you call me?" He asked, confused. Gorsewing's in the entrance…how…
Gorsewing shook her head. "No, Smallkit. But as long as you here, you should probably take a nap. You've had enough exploring for one day."
"What did you want to talk about?"
"I didn't call you, Smallkit. Now go to sleep."
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"Daisytail, Hawkfoot," Poppycloud nodded in greeting to each she-cat.
Hawkfoot glanced at the former SkyClan she-cat with mixed emotions in her eyes. "Poppycloud, why have you called us here?"
"I called us here," Daisytail corrected. "Whether we like it or not, we must discuss the code that we helped form."
"There is no similarity between the two rules that the three of us helped form," Hawkfoot stated, puzzlement in her eyes.
Daisytail narrowed her eyes. "Not the code already formed, rabbit-brain," She hissed. Hawkfoot took a step back in surprise at her friend's hostility, but held her tongue. "I'm speaking of the kits that have yet to die."
Poppycloud's fur bristled. "They do not have to die for that part of the code to be formed!"
Daisytail twitched her ears. "You do not see the future as clearly as me. It is not only for the code. I do not wish for kits to die either, but…"
Hawkfoot brushed her friend's pelt comfortingly. "They do not have to drown. We can save them…Bend the future."
A thunderclap echoed throughout StarClan at those words.
"We can save them…and be guardians of younger lives."
Sorry about the awful chapter (especially the end) It gets better for the next few chapters though.
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