Chapter 1-New Sights. Hopefully, my update pace will be as quick as this. I guess it all depends in what I have going on in school. I hope you guys enjoy chapter 1!
Birdkit opened her eyes for the first time. Her emerald eyes sparkled and shimmered as she looked around the nursery. She located her mother, who was still asleep, her golden brown fur rising up and down. Next to her mother laid another kit. She was a pale ginger kit with white paws. Sandkit? She padded over and nuzzled the small kit.
"Sandkit?" she mewed, gazing at her littermate. The ginger kit flicked her ear, and yawned. She sat up sleepily, blinking her green eyes.
"Birdkit!" She mewed, "You were asleep a moment ago! You finally opened your eyes. What color are mine? Yours are green."
Green! She was hoping her eyes were green. "Yours are green too!" she purred. Glancing over at her mother, she added, "Is she our mother?"
Sandkit nodded, "Her name is Honeystream." They padded over to the dozing figure, and Birdkit tapped Honeystream on the tail.
Honeystream flicked her tail and drowsily sat upright. Focusing her eyes on her kits, she purred, "Birdkit! You've opened your eyes! Their green, just like your father's, Buzzardfire."
Buzzardfire? Birdkit hoped he was kind. She looked around, observing the soft nursery, a cave, carved out of rock, and lined with moss. There were other queens, but where were the kits?
Honeystream seemed to read her mind. "That's Mossfeather and Frostfoot," She mewed, pointing her tail at the golden queen, then the snowy white cat. "Mossfeather's kits are outside in camp. You should join them." Birdkit blinked. What would the other kits be like? Shaking her head, she bounded out into the camp after Sandkit, who had already left in search of Mossfeather's kits.
The sunlight pounded at Birdkit's eyes as she stepped out. She squinted, and walked forward only to jump back. Her paws felt cold, and when she looked down, the ground was covered in a white layer of something cold.
"What is this?" she mewed.
Sandkit bounded over, "It's snow. It's great to play in!" She replied. Birkit tentively padded forward, following Sandkit, who was leading her to a group of four kits. "This is Birdkit, my littermate," introduced Sandkit.
A red-brown kit stepped forward. "I'm Ryekit!" She meowed, her violet eyes glowing. "This is Thornkitkit, Brightkit, and Morningkit." Three kits stood behind her, a golden-brown tom, a white and ginger she-cat, and a silver striped she-cat with a snow-white chest.
"Nice to meet you," Birdkit purred. The three kits had unique pelts. What color was her pelt? She stretched her neck around, and gazed at her light brown tabby fur, and white chest and right paw.
Sandkit laughed, "Checking yourself out, huh?" Birdkit smiled. "Let's check out camp then!" Birdkit purred, and padded away with her new found friends.
The first place they discovered was the warrior's den. They were greeted fondly by Mousefoot and Softfur. The medicine cat den was filled with strange smelling herbs, and the elder's den was empty. Splashtail had gone for a walk. Finally, they reached the apprentices' den. Two gray heads poked out of the cave.
"Hey!" squeaked the first cat. She bounced out of the den, her striped gray fur a blur. Her amber eyes glowed as she talked. "I'm Cinderpaw, and this is my sister Nightpaw," she explained. Nightpaw approached the kits. "Hello Ryekit, Hawkkit, Morningkit, Brightkit." She glanced at Birdkit and Sandkit. "First time out of the nursery?" she asked. The two kits nodded vigorously. Nightpaw laughed, her black paws, ear, and patch seemed to pop out in the snow. "You'll love Stormclan, trust me."
The kits bid their good-byes, and shuffled back into the nursery, their fur fluffed out against the cold. Inside, Honeystream swiftly began to groom her Birdkit and Sandkit. "You two are going to meet your father now," she meowed inbetween licks, "Your going to love him." As Honeystream finished, Birdkit began to ask about her father, but was interrupted as a cat entered the nursery.
A russet colored tom strode in, his brown chest and stripe down his back blending in with the trees in the background. His black paws held their ground as his green eyes glowed warmly. "Hello Birdkit, Sandkit. I'm Buzzardfire, your father."
