Warriors A Tale Of Two Brothers
Chapter 1
Jay's eyes trailed away from his leaders and made their way towards Wisp, a beautiful blue grey she-cat with glistening blue eyes. Her stomach was plump. Jay felt ready to burst with pride, he had a gorgeous mate that was soon to give birth to his kits. As if he had been a signal, Wisp collapsed to the ground in a shock, filled with pain. Jay sprinted towards her as if she were a rabbit he was chasing, he weaved through each cat that got in his way. He made her to her side in less than a second and took her to the queen's den.
"Be calm my love," Jay soothed. He remembered his training and grabbed a stick for her to bite on, then waits for her to push the kits out. Each tom is given training by the current deputy on what to do when a she-cat gives birth. Grab a stick, wait for the kits, nip the sack, lick the fur the wrong way to warm it up, then place it on the ground next to its mother.
"I feel one coming!" Wisp screeched, her meow barely heard over the stick. The other queens in the den watched on while Jay waited for the kit come out, there it was, a small she-cat. Jay grabbed her and nipped the sack, then licked her fur the opposite direction. He did the same with the other two, toms, and now all three of the promising kits were suckling their mother.
"What should we call them?" Jay questioned his mate after the excitement had passed. She placed her nose gently on the she-cat, a little grey and white tabby.
"I think this one should be called Ivy," Wisp purred. Jay nodded at his mate and ushered his tail towards the little dark grey tom.
"This should be Dawn," Wisp smiled at Jay and looked at the last kit, a light grey tabby tom.
"And last but not least, Oak." Jay was confused at first by the name choice, but he didn't disagree with his mate's decision. He sat beside her in the large nest made for two cats, sheltering the kits between the two of them. They glanced up at each other and touched noses before laying their heads to sleep.
"Oak, your paws are off…" Jay shunned. Oak straightened up and puffed his chest out. He didn't face his father.
"Like this?" Oak asked. Jay walked around him and checked every paw and every hair on his kit's body to ensure he was right in every way before he met Spider, the Roaring Cliffs leader.
"Best it can be," Jay sighed. He saw Oak fall down in disappointment, he knew he was hard on his son but if he was too soft, his kits would be weak when they grew up.
"Jay, we need to talk." He looked over and saw Wisp sitting impatiently on the edge of the clearing where the kits spend their time learning the ways of the clan. Jay padded over to her quickly, his tail splayed out behind him.
"Yes?" Jay meowed, a slight tone of confusion to his voice, acting as if he did not know what she was going to say but he did.
"You mustn't be so hard on them!" She urged, wrapping her tail around the back of his head and placing it on his shoulder. He looked at it, then at her. He sighed.
"I just want them to understand what is ahead of them, if I'm too soft they won't know what being a hunter is like," Jay confided in his mate, his tone empty. Wisp nodded and then looked up at the sky. Jay did as well.
"They're only kits Jay, they don't even know what being a group of cats like this is like yet," Wisp chuckled slightly. Jay looked down at her, he smiled at her wondering how she could possibly be laughing about that.
"This is why I love you," Jay commented. Wisp faced him and blushed.
"I love you too," She leaned onto his shoulder and allowed him to lick her ear a few times.
"Let's hope our kits never have to see the world for what it is," Jay sighed. He smiled weakly and purred. Wisp began to purr as well and they sat for a bit together, not speaking, just purring.
"Things will change, maybe not this sunhigh, or the next, or in many moons but things will change… eventually. No matter what happens though, our kits will only see the best parts of life," Wisp promised. Jay nodded his head slightly and then they stood up and walked back to camp together, their tails entwined and their pelts brushing.