Hi everyone!
I'm so thrilled that people like this story so much! I'm in a bit of writing craze at the moment =) so I'll take advantage of that and write as much as I can. As always enjoy and please review. The reason I have not updated in ages is that I have just started high school and the amount of homework they are giving us is against the Geneva Convention, I'm sure.
Sunstrike watched as her two kits played with a piece of sheep-pelt. It fluttered over the tortoiseshell kit's head and she let out an excited squeal and toppled over backwards trying vainly with her tiny claws to catch it. Sunstrike purred at Spottedkit's antics and then realised that it was nearly sunset and she better take her kits into the nursery. "Come on you two, it's time to come in." Sunstrike called gently. "But…" Spottedkit began but Sunstrike herded both the kits inside the warm nursery and meowed to them "You're only a half moon old and that's only your second time outside." But when Sunstrike saw the kit's expression she gave in.
"Fine." She mewed. "I'll bring the sheep-pelt in and you can play in here, but it's too cold to go outside." The kits' purred and Sunstrike went outside and grabbed the sheep-pelt and bought back inside to the kits, which immediately resumed their game. At that moment, Leaftail came in through the nursery entrance, Gorsekit and Spottedkit hurled themselves at Leaftail, who crash-landed on the soft moss and gasped, "I've been killed!" before going limp. Gorsekit and Spottedkit let out squeals of delight before quickly losing interest. Leaftail shook out his long tabby fur and mewed quietly to Sunstrike. "You know sometimes I wish they were mine." A rush of guilt spread over Sunstrike as she remembered the conversation she had had with Leaftail…
Sunstrike had stumbled out of the medicine den, dazed and confused, as the news sank in. She was expecting kits in the middle of leaf-bare, with a cat from another clan when the tensions were running high, no cat could know who the father was, although a queen didn't have to say who the father of her kits was, cats grew suspicious and wanted to know anyway, and if they found out, it could all end in disaster.
However, Sunstrike knew that there was one cat she could trust to keep her secret, one cat that would always stay loyal to her, no matter what. Leaftail. She had padded over to the warriors den where she new Leaftail would still be. He was indeed there, staring out at the clearing, deadpan. "Leaftail?" Sunstrike had asked in a small voice. "Leaftail can we go somewhere else? I need to talk to you." He had turned to her, his face curious but also grieving and had mewed. "Sure." So they had quietly left the camp and headed to a quite spot beside on the cliffs surrounding the lakes.
A minute of awkward silence, then Sunstrike spoke in a barely audible whisper "I'm expecting kits Leaftail." The silence was deafening, neither cat spoke. "They're not mine, I take it." Leaftail had said coldly. "No." Is all Sunstrike could say shocked by his briskness. "I-I can't tell you who the real father is." Is all she could say without breaking down "I know what you're asking. I'll leave you alone from now on." He had meowed before getting up to leave. "No!" Sunstrike gasped, "I wasn't going to say that Leaftail and you know it. You're my best friend." She spoke the truth. Leaftail turned towards her. "You really mean that?" He gasped. "You know I do." Is all she said "No… the reason I wanted to talk to you is simple, I want you to be their father."
S it was that half a moon later she gave birth to two beautiful kits. Leaftail was more than happy to act as the happy parent and no cat doubted he was their father. It worked perfectly.
It was one bitterly cold, snowy day. The light dusting of the stuff on the ground gave her now moon-old kits endless entertainment, and the clan endless annoyance. Sunstrike was out in the clearing with her kits, lapping up the weak winter rays. When all of a sudden there was a yowl and she sat bolt upright. The scent of ThunderClan hit her and she immediately noticed one familiar scent. Thornclaw.
Two cats entered, Thornclaw and Firestar. From the moment he entered the camp Thornclaw's eyes were on her and no one else. He saw her, surrounded by her two kits, one Tortoiseshell and one golden brown tabby and he gasper in shock. He stared at her and she gave him a quick, brisk nod. Something that no other cat noticed. He turned his head, shocked. Onestar emerged from his den. "What do you want this time Firestar?" He growled. His aggressiveness was fitting, two ThunderClan warriors had been found stealing prey the previous day.
The leaders began talking in hush voices, and before long, Onestar's eyes were wide and his claws were sunk into the ground. "Thank you, thank you Firestar." Is all he mewed than he quietly called for Weaselfur and Harespring. "Please escort these ThunderClan cats back to the border. The two young cats bowed their heads and quickly left. Then Onestar leaped on top of the abandoned badger set he used as a speaking point. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here!" He yowled.
Once every cat was gathered he said simply. "I have some bad news…"
The new book doesn't come out in Australia for ages so I checked out Sunstrike on warrior's wiki and she's training with the dark forest! Thank God my mothers made me enable the 'profanity filter' or every single swear, cuss or negative adjective I new would be in this author's note. Evil, evil, evil Erin Hunter. I spend six freaking chapters turning this unknown character into an incredibly complex character and she ruins it all! !
On a more cheerful note, please review and I don't own warriors.
P.S in my random googling I found out Sunstrike is a racehorse who is the daughter of legendary horse Sunline, one of the best race-mares/ horses of her time ('her time' included the awesome Makybe Diva and Northerly).