Next chap up! Not much time- gotta type fast!
Okay, so the kitten's names were a little delayed, but you will love this chapter, I promise!
Gotta go NOW!
Glitterpool
The cats worked their way backwards from where Hatred and Evil had gone. But at the sycamore, they turned a sharp right and pounded thier paws down the ravine and through a thick tunnel of brambles. Suddenly they were in a huge clearing, surrounded by dozens of cats.
More cats! Hatred thought with a shudder of excitement. She had not even dreamed so many cats could exist! They must be at ThuderClan!
Her and her brother were let down in the middle of the clearing. More cats gathered around, coming from small bramble tunnels and even one cat from a crack in a rock. Two very important looking she-cats emerged from a hole in a big rock that hung over the camp in an ominous sort of way. Highrock, Hatred thought, sastisfied with the knowledge.
"We found them out by Snakerocks," the brown tabby that had carried Hatred told the two she-cats. He pointed at the two kittens with his tail. "Robinstar, what should we do with them?"
Robinstar! She must be leader, Hatred thought. The dark brown she-cat that must have been Robinstar replied, "Let me see them." She pushed her way forward, the other she-cat- a small tortoiseshell- at her side. They peered down at Hatred and her brother.
"Why, they're just babies!" the tortoiseshell exclaimed. "They can't be more than a moon old, by the size of them!"
Evil stepped up close to his sister. "Um..." he started nervously, "We are three moons old." Thunderstar must have told him how long a moon was.
Robinstar took a step closer and bent down to sniff the kittens. "Why, they are rouge kits. And they are so small! I doubt they'll make it a moon!"
The tortoiseshell glanced nervously at her leader. "Robinstar, we aren't going to... leave them, are we?"
"Of course not, Thicketfur. It's against the warrior code, and they were nearly eaten by adders. Let's see what they have to say." The ThunderClan leader looked down upon both of them with kind green eyes. "Go on then," she urged. "Why are you here?"
Evil took a breath, preparing to speak, but Hatred interrupted him. "Our mother," she began, "is not a nice cat. She used to claw us, and hardly fed us, and... I guess that's why Thunderstar decided to talk to us."
At the sound of his name, the cats gathered around began to gasp and whisper. Some pressed in closer to hear better.
"We... we met him in our dreams," she said. "My brother during the night, and I during the day. He told us about ThunderClan, and the other Clans. He said we would come here and then we would get a new Mommy, and she would be so kind to us!"
"They must be lying!" a shout came from across the clearing.
Another cat muttered, "They were spying on us! It's the only explaination."
All at once the whole Clan was in an uproar. Robinstar stood up to her full hight and yelled, "Silence!" at once the clamor broke down. "If these kits say they met Thunderstar, I believe them. What else could have brought them here, but a StarClan warrior? And one of the oldest, at that!"
The rest of the Clan had nothing to say to that.
"Robinstar," Thicketfur, the Clan deputy, Hatred guessed, piped up, "We don't even know their names. And who will take care of them?"
Evil was quick to step up. "We don't need but three moons to be looked after," he said. "And we would prefer to have new names, if that's okay with you. Our old ones..." he trailed off, staring at his paws. Hatred shuddered- it was rare to see her brother so full of sorrow.
"What is wrong with the names you were given? Surely you would want to keep them," Thicketfur pressed.
Robinstar glanced at her deputy. "Don't pry, Thicketfur. If they would prefer we don't know, then I believe it is best, for thier sakes."
The deputy wordlessly bowed her head.
"Now for your new names," Robinstar purred. "We usually have a cerimony for newborn kits called a naming cerimony. Your mother would normally pick the names, but since you are orphaned, I will come up with them." She bowed her head for a moment, thinking. "You," she flicked her tail to Evil. "From this day forward, until you recieve your apprentice name, will be known as Smallkit."
The newly named Smallkit turned to his sister, his eyes filled with pride. She snuggled into his flank, congratulating him. But she only had a moment, because suddenly Robinstar turned to her. "From this moment on, until you recieve your apprentice name, will be known as Whisperkit."
The two kits pressed into each other's fur, near to bursting with joy. Whisperkit let out a little squeal of excitement. Through her brother's fur she could hear something, soft at first, but getting louder and louder all the time. The Clan was chanting their names! "Smallkit! Whisperkit! Smallkit! Whisperkit!" They were being accepted into the Clan!
When the cheering had died down, Robinstar spoke again. "Cats of ThunderClan, these kits are without parents. I need a queen who is willing to take care of them."
A blue she cat stepped out from the crowd. "Robinstar," she murmured in a low, soft voice, "I would love to take in these kits."
Robinstar gave the queen a questioning look. "But Waterstone," she objected, "you already have four kits. Would six be too much for you? Four is difficult, I would know," she said, glancing at Thicketfur with a wistful smile. She must be Thicketfur's mother, Whisperkit observed.
Waterstone shook her head. "I love all my kits, no matter how many. And I'm sure these kits have not known much of family or love, other than that of each other. No, I would be grateful if you would let me take them in."
"Fine, if it is your wish," Robinstar bowed her head. "I will be in my den. I suggest you kits get some rest in the nursury, and meet your new brothers and sisters."
Whisperkit and Smallkit bounced around excitedly. Their lives would be better now- much better than that cold upwalker nest. They would be warriors one day.