Echostep: Sorry, I didn't explain much of LostClan's camp, but SoundClan's camp is just plain rock and grass. It's flat land. They built their dens underground, in holes. They used rocks to signify which den is their own, usually the rocks are supposed to help apprentices and kits. Sometimes elders. ;) Well, thank you HazelFireSky for sending in Hazelstar and her fam- Ahha... I meant uh... :D
Haha! Anyways, this one is dedicated to you, Hazel! Even though it only shows Hazelstar for about 5 paragraphs... Oh well!
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Chapter 3:
Whisperkit's P.O.V.
Whisperkit was half a moon old, little did he know that his rival was also in the same place as he. He was already awake, sitting at the entrance of the nursery. His father was supposed to come today, who was Fallentree, one of the three most respected warriors of all of SoundClan.
Finally, he saw a pale tom walking towards him. "Fallentree!"
"Hey, there, rabbit pellet!" Fallentree joked. "What's going on in there? Your sister boring you?"
"Yeah. Patchkit is super boring." Whisperkit rolled his eyes. "Can I go outside of the nursery? Patchkit said she's too tired to play tackle."
"Sure, scamp," Fallentree twitched his tail to make him follow. "I'll show you around!"
"Thanks, dad," Whisperkit ran outside, eager to learn about the camp he would claim as his own. "What's that?" He pointed his tail towards a thicket bush with three red rocks infront of it.
Whisperkit bounced over to the red stones. There were green stones on the side, pushed under another brush.
"That's the medicine den. Three red stones means that Yellowsong is busy, usually training with Songpaw. If the stones are all green, that means that she's open. If there are 2 reds, and 1 green, or vise versa, then that means she's tending to wounded warriors. Remember that, for the medicine den." Fallentree said proudly.
Whisperkit nodded. "I will!"
Whisperkit scurried to the smallest thicket of them all, he guess it was the Elder's den.
"That…that den is empty," Fallentree said sadly. Whisperkit looked up at the senior warrior. "Whisperheart was the only elder in there, and she passed away…the day you were born."
"Really?" Whisperkit's ears perked. "Do you think it was fate?"
"Don't be silly," Fallentree urged Whisperkit with his tail. "If there was such thing as fate, there would be such thing as StarClan-"
"You don't believe in StarClan, do you?" Whisperkit squeaked. "But…you've been in SoundClan for so long!"
"It doesn't matter…once a rouge, always a rouge." Fallentree sighed. "At least, that's what they used to say."
"Who used to say? The bad guys?" Whisperkit's fur bristled. "I'll take them on!" Whisperkit swung his arms in the air as if clawing somecat. "Where are they? Where at they!" Fallentree purred in amusement at his son and he showed him the rest of the camp.
"Alright…this is the most important den of all." Fallentree showed a gigantic bush, covering at least a couple of fox-lengths. Five red stones were placed alongside the thicket, and Whisperkit thought of the medicine den. Five stones must be very urgent.
"Is Hazelstar really busy?" Whisperkit asked.
"Yes, she's dreaming of StarClan right now. If you can hear close enough, you can hear her whimpering, or even saying something." Fallentree said. He smiled and padded away, "Get back before your mother notices you're gone!"
Whisperkit's vision clouded before he knew it. Everything went black. Then he could see Hazelstar chasing a firefly, running after it as if it was so special. He walked after Hazelstar and she chased the firefly until she was near LostClan's territory.
"Hazelstar!" Whisperkit squeaked. "That's LostClan's territory!"
Hazelstar turned around. Her eyes widened. "What…what are you doing in my dream?"
"What…? I'm not in your dream, I'm outside of your den."
"You're in my dream!" Hazelstar meowed, surprised. "Oh my StarClan! This was a sign! Maybe this firefly was supposed to lead me to you!" Hazelstar ran over to Whisperkit. She picked him up and groomed him until it hurt.
"No! I'm in front of your den…" His vision went blurry and Musicstar faded. He was still standing up in front of Hazelstar's den, and he ran away, to the nursery.
Swampcloud's P.O.V.
Finally, her mate's punishment was over. She could finally go out on patrols with him, and she could finally go hunting with him!
And better yet…
"I'm having kits!" Swampcloud exclaimed. Hawkflight's eyes widened and he grinned from whisker to whisker. He leaped on her and licked her face all over. "I'm so glad! I'm so glad! I'm going to be a father!"
Swampcloud purred and Greywhisker padded over to them. "Great job, you too. Your kits will probably be just like you. Ugly." Hawkflight's eyes narrowed at Greywhisker. "You're just jealous because you can't have kits! Hah!"
"Nice one, Hawkflight," Swampcloud licked Hawkflight between the ears and got up on her paws. Greywhisker's nose twitched, "Just wait, you two. I'm going to have the most beautiful kits ever!"
Greywhisker turned around and padded up to the leader's den, "Robinstar!"
"Eww." Speckledkit padded out from behind the nursery brush. She shivered then looked back up at Swampcloud. "Congrats! I hope to play with your kits, soon." Speckledkit said. "Will you be moving in with us? There's not much room, because Clearkit hogs a nest all to himself."
"No…no, I won't be joining the nursery just yet. I'll be on patrols and on my job for the time being, but when I'm close to my due date, I'll start sleeping with you guys." Swampcloud smiled at the kit, and licked Speckledkit between the ears. "Now, run along."
Speckledkit ran off to the prey pile, but Goldenpaw rammed into her. "Watch it, mouse-brain!" Goldenpaw snapped. "That's my mouse, and I'm not letting a little flea steal it from me. Anyways, go drink that milk from your mommy."
"At least I don't treat people like cat poo!" Speckledkit squeaked as she watched Goldenpaw take the small mouse that she had claimed. "You're not worthy of being a warrior!" Speckledkit yowled.
Swampcloud padded over to Goldenpaw as she clawed at the mouse pelt. "That wasn't very nice."
"I don't care," Goldenpaw grumbled. "I don't like kits anyways. Especially Clearkit. He'll be an apprentice any day soon. I can't believe I have to share a den with him." Her eyes rolled.
"You were a kit once. I bet Thornpelt didn't like you at all when he was an apprentice. And now, guess what? He's your mentor." Swampcloud scolded. "You've better shape up your act, Goldenpaw, or I'll tell Robinstar to postpone your warrior ceremony."
"You can't do that! You're just a stupid back-up leader! A wanna-be leader!" Goldenpaw got up, her pretty fur bristling in the wind. "I don't trust you. I never trusted you. Maybe I should run away to SoundClan, even if it stinks just like you!" Goldenpaw shredded the mouse, unable to eat anymore, and stormed out of camp.
Speckledkit scurried over to the shredded mouse and licked the remains. "I never got to try mouse. And that was the last one in the pile…"
"I'll get you one," Swampcloud looked down at the little kit. "It'll be okay." Swampcloud stroked Speckledkit's fur with her tail. "I wish you were my kit. I'd be so proud of you."
Speckledkit looked up at Swampcloud, "I wanna be just like you. Strong, with leadership! I wanna be the deputy someday, and you'll be the leader, with Hawkflight as your faithful mate!"
Speckledkit puffed out her chest. "Yeah, yeah! I'm aiming for the top! I'm setting my bar high!" She paused. She then added, whimpering, "I gotta go poo."
Swampcloud purred with laughter. She pushed Speckledkit off with her tail and padded back to Hawkflight, who was sitting there, staring blankly forward. "Something wrong?"
"Huh, what? Oh…no, nothing's wrong." Hawkflight shook his fur. "I just think I might be a bad dad to the kits…"
"You could never be a disappointment, Hawkflight." She licked him between the ears and padded to the medicine den. "Echostep?"
"Echostep's not here right now." Gingerpaw was sitting in the corner of the den. "He went out to look for…Gingerleaf…"
"Gingerleaf? The former medicine cat?" Swampcloud tilted her head. "That's pretty amazing." Swampcloud padded over to Gingerpaw, who was pawing at the cold stone ground. "Can you check me to see how many kits I'll be having?"
Gingerpaw nodded and turned to her. "Lay down." Swampcloud laid on the floor, facing Gingerpaw. Gingerpaw gave her a poppy seed and felt her stomach area. Gingerpaw felt a lump and pressed down, hearing a tiny squeak.
"You have…one kit," Gingerpaw said, her eyes narrowing. "One kit?" Swampcloud exclaimed. "But…but I want to at least have three!"
"Well, that's too bad, isn't it?" Gingerpaw turned away and sat back in the corner, making remedies. Swampcloud sighed and padded out of the medicine den. "How many kits do we have?" Hawkflight asked.
"One."
Echostep: Wow, isn't Gingerpaw a little strange? From the first chapter, Chapter 2 (if you've read it! Hah, I hope so...) Echostep has left to find Gingerleaf, the former medicine cat that has trained him personally. How will Hawkflight react?
Hawkflight: I'M GLAD I'M AT LEAST A FATHER!
Echostep: Shut up.
Hawkflight: You're so mean. :(
Echostep: Aww, thank you. 3
Swampcloud: DON'T HIT ON MEH MAN!
Echostep: I made you! Go away. I'll staple you to your nest the next time you talk back.
Swampcloud & Hawkflight: NO! NOT THE STAPLER!
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