DISCLAIMER: Erin Hunter owns Warriors, not me
Chapter 1:
"Get back, kittypet! Your kind isn't welcome in Thunderclan!" A squeaky, though booming and powerful voice, filled the calm dawn air, echoing through the still camp.
A fiery young she-kit spat back, "I am no kittypet! I am Firestar!" She rushed forward, knocking the silver toms black paws out from under him. He yowled with defiance as he tumbled down, quickly regaining his balance.
Again, she attacked, deep blue eyes like two small sapphire flames as she reared back on her paws and crashed down on top of her only slightly larger brother.
He growled, pummeling her soft belly fur with small black paws. Giggling, she leaped off, leaving him bristling on the ground, tail lashing.
Fed up, he snarled and bounded forward, slamming into her and pinning her by the neck. She squealed with pain as his tiny, thorn-sharp claws began to poke out from his paw.
Even though he would eventually have let her go, a certain annoying she-cat had different ideas about how it should end. He was grudgingly tugged away and set down a few tail lengths away from where his sister had begun to shakily stand up.
"Wolfkit!" The creamy she-cat shouted sternly, staring down at him. "What were you thinking? You could have seriously hurt Firekit!"
Daisy had said more, but Wolfkit hadn't heard. He was done being scolded by this irritating old queen, who never seemed to do any actual work like the other warriors and queens did.
"That's enough." A cold, distant voice said sharply from behind. Both cats turned to see Thunderclan's leader, Shimmerstar, padding towards them, tail lashing. "Daisy, it'd be much appreciated if you left my kits' well-being to me, thank you. If you want someone to yell at, I advise you go search for Ivypool's kits," she finished, nodding curtly.
Though the queen said nothing, she narrowed her eyes in anger before whisking off, ears flicking.
Wolfkit let out a small huff of triumph as he watched her leave. Serves that dirty old rogue right. She would go back to her stupid farm if she knew what was good for her.
The tall silver she-cat turned to give a sideways glance to her son, who had his tiny chest puffed with victorious pride. She smirked, expression softening. He'll make a good warrior one day. His sister as well.
With a sad smile she sat down beside him, curling her tail neatly over her paws. So many had died within the last few moons. She herself had lost a life and a kit to a deadly bout of Blackcough. Among the dead were also Brightheart, Molefang, Cherrybreeze, Whitewing, and Millie. Briarlight had finally passed after eating death berries in what some would believe suicide. And Dovewing… Dovewing died after giving birth to her kits, Tigerpaw, Swiftpaw, and Leopardpaw.
But the Clan had also gained warriors. Since she had become leader, two rogues by the names of Blaze and Mistpool had joined their ranks. Blaze had devoted herself to the Clan within the first days she had come, receiving her warrior name, Blazingsun.
Mist was more reluctant, which Shimmerstar could appreciate. She wanted to see what Thunderclan was worth before blindly leaping in with them. Though after some time, she had finally given in, receiving her warrior name, Mistpool.
The ginger she-cat with feathery fur and green eyes, Blazingsun, was quick-witted and even tempered, with long legs that allowed her to run long distances and fight with more accuracy. Shimmerstar had come to know her and trust her judgment and dedication to Thunderclan.
The silver tabby she-cat with green eyes, Mistpool, was cautious, but eager to please and prove herself to others. With strong muscles, she was incredibly agile and lithe, allowing her to reach places others couldn't.
She sighed and stood back up, stretching her legs out in front of her. Beckoning her son with her tail, they went back to her den, where Firekit was already curled in their nest.
Shimmerstar smiled as she watched Wolfkit lie down next to her, yawning with exhaustion. It was only mid-morning, but all three were tired and fatigued as though they'd been awake all night.
The silver tom stared up at his mother with wide, adoring eyes. She was leader, and he was her son. Her kin. And, as far as he was concerned, future leader of this Clan.
Firekit was also quite ambitious, and planned on the same thing. Only she was not quite as vicious when it came to achieving her goals as her slightly crueler and more brutal sibling. However, both would be out for power the older they grew.
Wolfkit's ears flicked as he closed his eyes, savoring the bliss of the moment. Slowly, he felt himself fall into the dark, gliding away from the light and drifting farther and farther.
When he awoke again, he was in a forest. A dark forest, lit only by the strange glowing mushrooms that lined the edge of the trees. He felt a rush of excitement as he spotted movement up ahead- and a pair of glowing blue eyes.
Hawkfrost! He thought happily, bounding forward. He remembered!
The light brown tabby tom finally stepped from the shadows, revealing the blood that dripped from his fangs and outstretched claws. "Wolfkit!" he cried with obvious delight, eyes lighting up. Despite his appearance, there was no coldness or inner insanity in his words.
The silver kit bolted into him, purring with admiration. "You came!" he mewed, ignoring the blood that dripped from the older tom's chin onto the top of his head.
He laughed, laying his tail across his shoulders. "Of course! You've been doing well! You and your sister!"
"Oh, that reminds me!" Wolfkit exclaimed. "When can I bring Firekit here? I know she would love to meet you! And why can't I come here when mother is here too?"
Snickering, he answered, "Now, your mother and I do very important, top secret things when she comes! Can't have anyone hearing, hm?"
"I suppose not…" the kit replied, trailing off. "But besides that, why is it you wanted to see me?"
"I thought you wanted to see me," Hawkfrost countered.
"Of course I did! I just wanted to know if there was any particular reason!" he cried apologetically.
He chuckled coolly, brushing it off. "I know, I know. I'm just messing with you." Sighing, he stared down at the little tom, expression softening as his eyes connected with Wolfkit's. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of how your battle abilities have been developing! The fight you had with your sister earlier was extraordinary!"
Bashfully, the black-pawed kit retorted, "not really… Besides, I hurt her. I hadn't meant to. It was like some invisible being forced me to…"
Rolling his eyes, Hawkfrost grinned, revealing more blood in his mouth. "Well, you can put it behind you now. It's time for you to go."
Without complaint, Wolfkit nodded and curled up on the ground, laying his tail neatly over his little pink nose.
"Sleep well, son," A voice whispered softly in his ear as he drifted into black.
Da end. Blazey and Mist are dedicated to 2 of my best friends. You peeps know who you are.
