Oh my starclan. This really has 19 views already? I thought it would get less! But thankyou to those who read it, chapter 4 will follow this chapter very quickly. I hope its enjoyable so far :) I haven't got to much to say because of no reviews. But I think it'll get more when I'm all done.
Spark opened her eyes to a dull, gloomy light. Silver rain drops trickled down a fern nearby her.
Where am I? She panicked, gripping the floor with her claws, before realising she was in the clan camp. She opened her eyes, Featherkit was resting nearby her, her soft feathery pelt pressed up against her own. She yawned, it was barely dawn. She stretched, poking her head inside a nearby den, where the same, small, snowy she-cat was resting, curled up in a ball of white fluff. She twitched her head. Did all cats sleep on their own here? She leaped down from where she was standing and follow a tangy scent. She licked her lips as she approached a pile of mice, shrews, and other small rodents. But she knew she wasn't welcome to them...
She pricked her ears as she heard murmuring from a bush on the far side of the clearing. She followed silently. Spark dropped to the ground and peered through leafs. Another bunch of cats, including Dewwhisker and Fawngaze where inside, A handsome dark brown tom was watching the entrance of the den carefully, while a she-cat was asleep at his side. She frowned slightly, why wasn't he coming out if he was awake? But then the she-cat opened her eyes, a gleaming, bright orange. The tom purred. She sighed and walked away. She shouldn't be spying or eves dropping if she was going to be accepted here. Not wanting to get caught poking around, she darted back to the den she woke up in. Realising there were four cats in there, not including herself. A dark gray she-cat, Featherkit, Lionkit, who had still not recovered from the death berries fully and a creamy white she-cat, very similar to Featherkits. I thought Cloudheart was her mother? Her thoughts where disturbed by voices in the clearing.
"Take this to Spark, Featherkit said she would be hungry when she wakes up"
"Wouldn't it be a bit strange if she woke up with no one familiar around her?"
"She doesn't know anyone here!"
"Just go already! Dovefeather, go take this to your sister, Lionkits in there too and Finchclaw, your patrol's leaving you behind!" There was a scurrying of paws outside, awaking the creamy she-cat and the smaller gray one next to her.
"Oh...Lionkit? Are you feeling better?" She asked drowsily.
Lionkit replied with a tiny grunt. "I don't know" he twitched his tail. Closing his eyes again. Featherkit on the other hand was handing him a few multiple herbs, the gray she-cat looked shocked
"Not those ones Featherkit!" She dived towards them, knocking them out of her paws.
"Moonpaw! What on earth?" She gasped.
"Those are the wrong herbs, right Roseleaf?" The gray she-cat, or moontail, looked at the creamy she-cat, Roseleaf. Who nodded.
"Dovefeather!" Lionkit gasped. "You came to visit me!" Featherkit and Lionkit jumped up and down, running towards the she-cat. The den was crowded.
"Moonpaw and Featherkit, you should leave..." Both nodded and dashed away from the den. Spark happily, (and hungrily) Accepted the offered shrew. Sharing it with Roseleaf and Dovefeather. All three shared the meal quickly. Dovefeather leaving quicker than she came, Roseleaf dismissed Spark from the den, ordering her to look for a she-cat with big, green eyes and a fluffy, white pelt, or a tom with a dark gray one.
Spark frowned. Barely awake and went off in search. The tom she spied on earlier, still in her mind. she shook herself awake and pounced away. Catching a glimpse of white fur in the corner of her eyes Found you!
I'm sorry, as I said, not a good writer, and it often gets confusing. let me explain.
Dovefeather is Lionkit and Featherkits bigger sister. the cats talking in the clearing where a combined coversation of Finchclaw, Dovefeather and the snowy white she-cat.