Warriors Old Memories
Chapter 12
"Push Brindlestar!" Splashheart pleaded.
"I… can't…" Brindlestar heaved with all her might but the kits wouldn't come.
"Please try," Splashheart soothed.
"Argh!" Brindlestars belly rippled and a little she-cat slid out.
"That's it, one more push," Splashheart soothed.
"You're done Brindlestar…" Sweettuft had woken up and was gazing at Brindlestar's two beautiful kits.
"Why aren't they moving?" Brindlestar was nosing her kits toward her stomach but one of them wasn't breathing and the other was barely moving.
"Don't worry," Splashheart nudged the kits with her nose to see if they were cold, one of the kits was freezing. He's gone… But the other one still had some warmth on her.
"Well?" Brindlestar looked at Splashheart with eyes full of grief.
"I'm sorry but the tom is dead, yet the she-cat still has some warmth on her," Splashheart picked up the she-cat and showed Brindlestar how to warm her up by licking the fur the wrong way.
"She seems fine now," Brindlestar meowed with an edge of sadness for the tom.
"I'll check in later," Splashheart padded out of the nursery and was nearly bombarded by warriors chasing something out of the camp.
"Don't let it escape!" Redfeather shouted.
What is it? Splashheart jumped up onto a rock to see what they were chasing; when she got up on the rock she saw that they were chasing a little kit.
"Stop!" Splashheart jumped down from the rock and cut them off leaving her in between the kit and the three warriors that had been chasing it.
"Get out of the way, medicine cat!" Screechclaw hissed batting her with his paw out of the way.
"Don't you dare!" Lightwhisker had instantly shot up from her fresh-kill and was facing Screechclaw her lip curled back in a snarl.
"Not you too!" Screechclaw padded closer to the kit but was blocked by Lightwhisker.
"It's just a kit," Splashheart had jumped up and faced Screechclaw.
"It stole from the clan!" Redfeather hissed shoving between the three warriors to be only a whisker length away from Splashheart.
"I had no choice, my mamma is dead," The kit whined.
"What!" Lightwhisker turned around and gave the kit a lick in between its ears to soothe it.
"Where is she?" Redfeather sounded sympathetic but didn't seem convinced.
"She is near that old human place," the kit explained.
"What's a human?" Sagewillow, one of the other three warriors asked.
"It's tall and pink," the kit replied.
"Oh, you mean a twoleg," Cherrywhisker, the last of the three warriors meowed.
"Well, you don't have to eat that thrush if you don't like I have just recently given birth to a kit so I have milk to spare," Brindlestar had poked her head out of the nursery.
"Really!" the kit instantly dropped the thrush and squeezed through the warriors to meet Brindlestar.
"What's your name?" Brindlestar quickly asked.
"Pip," the kit replied.
"Well now you're Pipkit and you are a handsome ginger and white tom," Brindlestar purred.
"But I already know I'm a kit" Pipkit meowed tilting his head to one side.
"No mouse-brain, we call all our kits that, like Daisykit my most recent kit," Brindlestar meowed with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Oh, I get it now," Pipkit meowed ending with a huge yawn.
"Come on let's get you fed and then you can rest," Brindlestar soothed.
"That sounds great!" Pipkit jumped inside the nursery and was then followed by Brindlestar.
"I guess he's part of the clan now…" Screechclaw muttered.
"Seems like Roarclan is mostly made up of Kittypets and Rogues," Sagewillow whispered. Lightwhisker and Moonblaze flinched at the comment.
"It shouldn't matter where cats come from, it just proves that Roarclan are proud of any cat willing to show they're worthy," Redfeather praised.