Dewkit hissed as a stubby leg hit her side. Keep your paws to yourself, she thought. The kit snuggled closer to her mother, who purred, the rumbling spund soothing Dewkit. "Come on, darlings. Your father and I want to see what color your eyes hold! Come on, open your eyes."
Dewkit squeaked. Open her eyes? Did mother mean take away the darkness that had evolped her? Dewkit paused for a moment. No, she wanted to make mother happy. With a yelp, the tiny kit attempted to open her eyes, but failed.
"Dewkit, try again. You're so close!"
Dewkit, in response to her mother, atrempted once again. With a painful pop, Dewkit was released to the amazing - but oh so bright - world.
Mistpool mewled in surprise. "First one!" She meowed happily, coveribg Dewkit in licks. "Dewkit, you have your father's eyes!"
"Dew-keet?" She asked, blinking. Mistpool shifted to block the light coming from the open mouth if the den.
"No, Dew-k-it." She corrected gently.
"Dewkit!" She yipped. "Dewkit has father's eyeses."
"Eyes," Mistpool corrected once again with a small laugh.
"Dewkit has father's eyes!" Dewkit smiled, sxrambling up on wobbly legs. With a oof, she fell down on her tail.
Mistpool's attention had drifted to Dewkit's brother. "Come on Blazekit," Mustpool urged. Dewkit watched curiously. Would he do it? With a long wail, Blazekit revealed dark green eyes.
"Blazekit!" Dewkit meowed triumphantly, proud of herself.
"Yes, Blazekit." Mistpool agreed, smiling. "Just a wait a second, my dears." She disappeared out of the nursery. Meanwhile, both Featherkit and Rosekit struggled to open their eyes. After bith of them did, Mistpool entered the den once again, and gasped. "Oh, Rosekit, Featherkit! What beautiful green and blue eyes you have!" She purred. Following her was a big tom. Dewkit squealed in horror. He would squish her!
His dark gray and black fur was soo thick, Dewkit realized. She would get lost in there. "Theres my twin." He purred, stooping down to nudge Dewkit.
Mistpool purred. "Yeah, except for those white paws of her's."
Dewkit stood, panicing. Why was her mother talking to him? "Momma!" She wailed loudly, scampering over to her and hiding in her mother's long, thick fur.
"No, its okay, Dewkit. Thats your father, Shadestar."
"Shadestar? Father?" She looked up at him again, studying the burly tom in front of her. "Gray eyes!" She meowed happily.
Shadestar chuckled. "Just like your's."
Rosekit padded over to him, her groomed fur shiny. "Wheres other kits?" She demanded more than asked.
"Rosekit, its wheres the other kits." Mistpool corrected gently.
Shadestar just laughed. "Over there."
Dewkit noticed a pair of yellow eyes poking out of a nest, staring at Rosekit. Featherkit followed her sister with my hesitation, but followed all the same. Blazekit was trying to get on Shadestar's back as Dewkit continued to watch. There was no denying that both of her sisters weren't pretty. Dewkit hoped she was pretty, too.
The tiny kit scrambled up to her paws, padding to the mouth of the nursery. "Shadestar? Would you take the kits out?"
The tom nodded and smiled, dhaking Blazekit off his thick fur gently. "Featherkit, Rosekit? Would you like to see the camp?"
Featherkit opened her jaws, but Rosekit replied first, standing next to a few older kits.
Shadestar shrugged and lead his two other kits around. "That's the warriors den. Hello, Winterheart, Crowstep." He muttered a greeting to the warriors, who were sharing tounges.
"This is the apprentice den. All apprentices are either out training or hunting."
A smaller white tom poked his head out. "Not me. We had to come back early." He smiled at the kits. "Hello. I told Shadestar of your birth." He explained.
Shadestar smiled. "And I'm forever grateful, Ringpaw." He acknowledged.
Winterheart, Crowstep, Ribgoaw, Shadestar, Mistpool, Blazekit, Rosekit and Featherkit. Dewkit was quite proud of how many names she knew.
"The elders den is over there. They love telling stories to kits. Right now Thistlewind and Mousefoot reside there, but I'm expecting mire will come with this leafbare."
Now Thistlewind and Mousefoot, Dewkit thought. "Shadestar? Whats leafbare?"
Shadestar seemed please she had asked. Before he answered, he frowned at Blazekit. "If you're antsy, go back to the nursery." Blazekit beamed and headed to be with his other littermates and Mother.
"Leafbare is a time of both joy and sadness. Greencough, a nasty illness, begins and prey is rare. With it, though, brings dazzling frozen white rain that us cats call snow. We actually have two apprentices names after it - bith names Snowpaw, but they'll have different warrior names. Oh, that reminds me, today Wolfpaw and Lizardpaw had their warriors assesment! I'll have to ask Darkpelt and Silverwing how they did. If they did well, they can be a warrior." Shadestar explained brightly.
Snowpaw, Snowpaw, Lizardpaw, Woldpaw, Silverwing and Darkpelt. "Whats a warrior?"
"I'm glad you're asking questions." Shadestar told her. "But this will be the final one. Tomorrow you can ask more. Warriors defend and hunt for the clan. They're very important - even more so than the leader, Dewkit. Leaders tell them what to do, make an order to the day, but warriors to the just of it. Queens can't hunt for themselves, neither can Elders, or cats that are sick, so warriors do it for them. They also train the apprentices, who hope to be warriors. Now, my little one, it's getting dark. I think you should go to bed."
As if to prove his point, Dewkit yawned, her jaws opening. Shadestar lead her back, where the other three kits were huddled up.
"Did you have a good day, Dewkit?" Mistpool asked, her eyes full of affection for both her mate and kits.
"Oh, yes. Shadestar taught me so much." She replied, voice laced with exhaustion and she curled up at Mistpool's belly.
A/N: Thank you for reading, everyone! Once again, I had to do this on my ohone, so I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes in my spelling. Have a nice day!
-Softballmania24