Hello again everyone! I'm glad this was a quick update. Thank you to my RP friend on Warriorclan, Leopardspots, for giving me Princess's name. :)
Okay, because Princess doesn't know any cats in Thunderclan, I will have to use their descriptions instead of their names. If you have trouble figuring out who they are, their names will be at the bottom of the page.
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"I never expected..." Fireheart trailed off. He looked back up at Princess, wordlessly.
"My house folk will choose where he lives." Princess went on. "But this is my only kit, and I want to see his future." She raised her chin. "Bring us to the clan, please."
Fireheart just stared at her wordlessly. He seemed to be thinking something over.
Princess titled her head "I know upset you were about your apprentice. I thought if we join, you wouldn't be so lonely." Princess stretched her neck and rested her nose on Fireheart's side. "I don't understand all your clan ways, but seeing you, and hearing you talk about your clan life, I know I would be honored to have me and my son join the clan."
Fireheart was silently thinking to himself.
What if he said no? What if he didn't let them join, or only took the kit? What would she do then? Questions started to race through her head.
"Okay, you can come." Fireheart mewed. "But I don't know if Bluestar will accept you into the clan." He dipped his head and scooped the kit up by his scruff.
"Thank you Fireheart." Princess purred. "Who knows, maybe one of us three will become leader and be given nine lives!"
Fireheart gazed at her fondly for a moment, then took a deep breath. He quickly turned and ran away into the bushes.
Princess raced after him, watching closely as Fireheart ran with the kit in his jaws. The kit dangled from his jaws and bumped against his legs as he walked, and the kit let out faint protesting squeaks.
"Let me carry him." Princess offered about half way to camp.
Fireheart looked over at her and shook his head.
Princess sighed and followed him. She knew that her kit was heavy and hard to carry for long, but she knew that Fireheart would want to help the most he could.
They slowed and reached the camp entrance. Princess looked at Fireheart, who hesitated before entering. Was he having second thoughts?
Princess followed Fireheart as he squared his shoulders and padded through the gorse tunnel. Her kit let out a defending wail as a thorn tugged at its fur.
Princess held herself back from running forward and taking her kit from her brother. But she knew that Fireheart had not ment it.
Princess gazed around the camp as they entered. All the cats had turned to look at them and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously.
The cats stared at Fireheart with hostile, puzzled eyes. It is like he is a stranger, Princess realized.
Fireheart slowly turned in the middle of the clearing, the kit still dangling from his mouth.
Princess watched as a blue-gray she-cat with a little silver on her muzzle, emerged from a den. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw Firehart, Princess, and the kit.
"What is this?" She demand.
Fireheart set the kit in between him and Princess, and then wrapped his tail around it to keep it warm. "This is my sister and her kit." He replied.
"Your sister!" A large dark brown tabby tom glared at Fireheart.
"You have a sister?" Called a pale tabby she-cat.
"You expect us to take in two more Kittypets?" A pale tabby tom with dark black stripes hissed in disgust.
Princess flattened her ears but knew it was probably better to say nothing.
"My sister wanted to come with her kit, and join the clan." Fireheart said.
"And why would she do that?" The blue-gray cat turned to look at Princess. Her mew was menacingly calm.
Fireheart stammered nervously. "I told her about clan life -how great it was..." His voice trailed off.
"How long have you been visiting the Twoleg place?"
"Not long, just since leaf-bare began. But only to see my sister. My loyalty lies with Thunderclan."
"Loyalty?" A sleek black-and-gray tabby tom's yowl range out across the clearing. "And yet you bring two kittypets here."
"Isn't having one kittypet in the camp enough?" Croaked an elder.
"Trust a kittypet to find a kittypet!" A dark brown tabby tom snarled, fur ruffled. He nudged a pale ginger she-cat with his nose. The she-cat glanced uncomfortably at Fireheart and then looked at her paws.
"Why have your brought them here?" The large brown tabby growled.
"We need warriors..." Fireheart trailed off. Princess looked over at her brother as yowls met his word.
Princess brought her kit closer to her when she saw that it was squirming. She was worried that she wouldn't be accepted into the clan. She wondered if it was like this when Fireheart first joined.
After the insults died away, a tabby tom spoke up. "The clan has enough to worry about already without them."
"They'll be nothing but a burden." A small dusky brown she-cat agreed. "It will be at least five moons before the kit will begin training, and training your sister will take up a warrior we could use on patrols."
A large white tom nodded. "You should not have brought these kittypets here, Fireheart." He mewed. "They will be too soft for clan life."
Princess's fur bristled, all these insults where starting to make her mad. But she still didn't speak up, she might make it worse. How could her brother live with these cats?
Fireheart's fur bristled. "I was born a kittypet. Am I soft?"
A voice sounded from behind the white tom. "If they carry Fireheart's blood, they will make good clan cats."
Princess tried to see who spoke. The cats moved away to show a long-haired gray tom. He stared at each cat, meeting their gazes one by one with wide, steady eyes.
"Makes a change to speak up for your friend, Graystripe. Last night you wanted to shred him!" The pale tabby sneered.
Graystripe glared at the cat, but turned around when the black-and-gray tabby challenged him. "Yea Graystripe! How do you know Fireheart has blood worthy of Thunderclan? Did you taste it last night when you tried to take a chunk out of his leg?"
Princess glanced over at her brother. What did they mean? Fireheart had gotten into a fight last night? Why didn't he tell her?
The blue-gray she-cat stepped forward, blue eyes clouded with worry. "Fireheart, I believe that you meant no disloyalty to the clan by visiting your sister, but why did you agree to bring them here? It is not your place to make decisions like this. What you have done affects the whole clan."
Fireheart looked around, but every cat turned their gaze away.
"Tigerclaw, what do you think?" The she-cat spoke again.
"What do I think?" The brown tabby, Tigerclaw, mewed. "I think we should get rid of them at once."
"Goldenflower?"
"The kit certainly looks too small to survive untill new-leaf." A pale ginger queen remarked. Princess glared at her. Of course her son would survive! He would be just fine!
"It will have greencough by sunrise!" Added the small dusky brown she-cat. Princess wished she knew these cats' names.
"Or they both will eat our fresh-kill untill next snowfall and then die of cold!" Spat the tabby tom again.
The blue-gray she-cat who seemed to be leader, dipped her head. "That's enough. I must think about this." She padded to a den and disappeared. The rest of the clan slipped away, muttering darkly.
"Fireheart?" Princess whispered, looking around the clearing with wide eyes. "Do they really belive that we won't survive in the clan?"
Fireheart just nodded and took her kit from her. He padded over to a den, flicking his tail for her to follow. Princess blinked then followed him into the den.
Princess layed down next to him and took the shivering kit. It's pathetic mewls died away as she curled around it and groomed it's fur.
Soon Graystripe entered the den and settled down into a nest. Fireheart glanced at him worriedly. "Thanks for sticking up for me." Fireheart mumbled after an uncomfortable pause.
"Yea, well," Graystripe shrugged. "No one else was going to do it." He twisted his head around and began to wash his tail.
Some other warriors padded into the den to escape the rain. One pale gray she-cat glanced briefly at Fireheart, but she didn't speak.
"Can't you move them to the nursery?" Complained the sleek black-and-gray tabby tom as he prodded the moss in his nest.
Princess turned and looked at him, then continued washing the kit so that it doesn't start crying again.
A rustle in the den wall made both Fireheart and Princess look up. It was a beautiful white she-cat. She crept over to them and looked down at the kit. Suddenly she dipped her head and sniffed the kit's soft fur. "I'm Frostfur." She mewed. "And you two would be better off in the nursery. There you could rest while Brindleface cares for your kit." She murmured.
Fireheart looked at her in surprise.
Frostfur gazed back at him, her eyes warm. "I haven't forgotten that you rescued my kits from Shadowclan."
Fireheart picked up the kit again and followed Frostfur out of the warriors' den. Princess stood and followed, not wanting to be alone with all these mean and unknown cats.
The rain was heavier now. The three of them padded quickly to the nursery and padded inside.
Princess paused beside Fireheart, letting her eyes get used to the dim light.
Inside the dark den was a pretty tabby queen, curled around two kits. She looked at them suspiciously.
Frostfur whispered to them, "One of Brindleface's kits died last night. She might be glad to take care of another kit while you rest..." Frostfur trailed off.
Princess realized none of the cats knew her name. "Call me Princess."
"Alright, Princess." Frostfur nodded.
Fireheart put down the white kit and turned to Brindleface. "I'm sorry." He murmured.
The queen blinked at him, grief raw in her eyes.
"Brindleface," Frostfur began. "I can only guess how much pain you feel. But could you please take care of this kit while Princess rests, she must be tired."
Brindleface shook her head and shut her eyes tight.
Frostfur stretched her head forward and pressed her muzzle gently against Brindleface's cheek. "It's only for tonight."
The kit started to cry again, cold and hungry as it layed on the ground. Brindleface sighed and opened her eyes. She brought the white kit closer.
Frostfur nodded. "Thank you Brindleface. Shall I tell Bluestar that they are welcomed in the nursery?"
"Yes." Brindleface replied, nudging the kit closer to her belly with one hind paw.
Fireheart purred and bent his head to nose her shoulder. "Thank you. I promise I will bring you fresh kill tomorrow."
"I'll go tell Bluestar." Mewed Frostfur.
Fireheart looked up at the white queen as she left. "Thank you." He mewed.
"You can go now, they will both be safe with me." Brindleface murmured to Fireheart as she looked over at Princess.
Fireheart nodded and followed Frostfur out into the clearing.
Princess watched them leave, then looked over at Brindleface.
"There is an empty nest over here." Blindleface flicked her tail to a mossy nest next to her. "It is not the best moss, but it will do."
Princess nodded and layed down next to her. She felt nervous as she layed there, head on her paws. She watched her son, now sleeping against Brindleface's belly. But Princess knew she could not sleep untill she knew that she and her son where both safe here.
After a moment she heard a call from outside. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highrock."
"You go to the meeting." Brindleface flicked her tail at Princess. "Bluestar must have decided if you will stay or not."
Princess felt nervous as she stood up padded out into the rain. She quickly spotted Fireheart in the crowd of gathering cats. His pelt stood out, even if it was wet and matted into clumps.
Fireheart saw her too, and padded over. He sat down next to her back to the Highrock.
Tigerclaw leapt up onto the Highrock next to the blue-gray cat, Bluestar. His face was grim.
Fireheart's breath came in shallow gasps as he watched. Princess licked his shoulder, trying to calm him.
When all the cats settled, Bluestar spoke. "Cats of Thunderclan, no cat can deny that we need warriors. We have lost one cat to greencough already, and there are many untill new-leaf. Cinderpaw has been gravely ingered, and will never be a warrior. As Graystripe rightly pointed out..."
Princess recognize the name Cinderpaw. Fireheart always sounded happy when he spoke of her, she must be a great cat. Princess decided that she will have to go meet her some time.
Princess heard a dark brown tabby tom whisper, "Graystipe's turning into a kittypet himself these days!" Fireheart turned his head sharply, clearly hearing it as well. But before he could say anything, an elder silenced him.
"As Graystripe pointed out." Bluestar repeated, "these kittypets carry Fireheart's blood. There is every chance the cats will make fine warriors." Some of the clan glanced over at them.
Bluestar paused for a moment to survey the cats in front of her. "I have decided that we will take these cats into the clan." She declared.
No cat made a sound. Fireheart took a deep breath, while Princess let out a sigh. She hadn't noticed she was holding her breath. We can stay!
"Princess will stay in the nursery with her kit, but will also train as an apprentice and will have the same responsibilities as the others." Bluestar went on. "Finally, these cats need new names. The kit shall be known as Cloudkit. And Princess will be known as Fawnpaw. She will get her warrior name after training. Tigerclaw and I will share her training untill she becomes a warrior or leaves the clan."
"Will there be a naming ceremony?" The small dusky brown cat called from the crowd.
Fireheart looked up eagerly.
Bluestar looked down at Mousefur, her eyes cold. "No."
Bluestar- Blue-gray she-cat with a little silver on her muzzle.
Tigerclaw/star- Large dark brown tabby tom.
Speckletail- Pale tabby she-cat.
Longtail- Pale tabby tom with dark black stripes.
Darkstripe- Sleek black-and-gray tabby tom.
Dustpelt/paw- Dark brown tabby tom.
Sandstorm/paw- Pale ginger she-cat.
Mousefur- Small dusky brown she-cat.
Runningwind- Tabby tom.
Whitestorm- Large white tom.
Graystripe- Long-haired gray tom.
Goldenflower- Pale ginger queen.
Frostfur- Beautiful white she-cat.
Brindleface- Pretty tabby queen.
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