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"Push! Please bear with me a little bit more, push!" Everything sounds so hazy. Yet so vivid. He can't see anything. What was happening..? Slowly, he felt himself being pushed out into some kind of a clearing. Down on to a texture similar to Moss. Wait..moss? He tried to feel the area beneath him, but was promptly disturbed by a bundle of fleshy and wet stuff colliding into him.
"Good, now beathe. Be calm, Littlemoss. Now, stay with me. Breathe." He slowly became more conscious and tried to peek at his surroundings, but found out that he, somehow, can't open his eyes. When he tried to speak, it came out more as an unintelligible squeak. What in the name of Starclan happened?! Forcing his anxiety down, he slowly traced his memory back, and after lots of heartbeats, managed to remember the whole ordeal with Starclan and felt himself tensed up. Does that mean...he's now a kit in the living world? Really alive and breathing?
In the midst of trying to breathe to prove his hypothesis, he was interrupted by a second bundle, crashing onto his flank and knocking the breathe out of him. Faintly, he could hear a familiar squeak nearby, as if it's One-eye - wait, it is One-eye! Along with Runningbrook! He turned around wildly, trying to see, to open his eyes, but was instead pushed into a she-cat's warm belly. Out of instincts, he gradually started to suckle on her belly, with - if he's right - his fellow littermates.
"Congratulations, Littlemoss, you got three healthy kits!" A cheery tom voice could be heard. Rainwhisker - no, it should be former Rainwhisker now, if they were really reincarnated - guessed he's the medicine cat. "A healthy tom-kit and two healthy she-kits." He could hear his apparently new mother sighed in relief. Littlemoss - or so he guess it's her - softly replied to the medicine cat. "Podfall, could you please call Stormmask in for me?" Stormmask must be the father. "Of couse." Quiet pawsteps padded away. After a short while of silence, excited pawsteps shook the ground, signaling the entrance of supposedly Stormmask.
A purr rumbled in Littlemoss's chest at Stormmask approach. "I'm so proud of you, my love. Our kits-" The sound of a sharp gasp brimming with happiness came from the father. "-they're wonderful. Are you feeling well?" Stormmask's deep, firm voice rang gently. He could hear Littlemoss chuckled, now that he think about her voice, it's very soothing and warm. "What should we name these little bundles?" Littlemoss used her tail to poke him, which, in response, he immediately flinched at the contact in surprise. Stormmask hummed. "I say we name him Rainkit. His pelt reminded me of rainy days, and just how he jumped." Even that the last part was meant to be humorous, Rainwhisker - no, Rainkit - could felt himself twitched in embarrassment.
Littlemoss then poked the kit next to him, which elicit a sharp squeak from her. He guessed it was One-eye from the previous squeak she made. "How about we name her Whitekit? With the white patch on her left eye." One-eye - now Whitekit, squeaked almost approvingly. "It's a good name, now, our last kit." Stormmask mused in thought. Littlemoss herself also went quiet for a while. The silence was broken when former Runningbrook started to shuffled her paws like she was running - the sound of it at least. With that, Littlemoss spoke. "I guess we name her Runningkit, then." Stormmask purred, agreeing with his mate. "Very well. Welcome to Thunderclan; Rainkit, Whitekit and Runningkit."
After a few days had passed, he managed to open his eyes. But not yet Whitekit nor Runningkit. The idea of reincarnation might seems strange at first, especially with all his memories being intact - contradicting with what he suspect - but after a day or two, he just had to accept it. And instead, focusing on living happily and meaningfully, to live like how he used to hope it'll be.
Despite that, if he were to be utterly honest with himself, he'd say it's nothing but a cowardly tactic - pushing away the gnawing problems and the tangle of emotions to the back of his head, waiting for the time he - could ever - will harbour the courage to sort out everything. Claiming whatever he did in the name of happiness in the meanwhile. When did he stoop this low as to deny the truth and cover himself in happy lies? But, then again, when is he a saviour or anything but a coward anyway? Just like when he let Soot-
Rainkit halted. That was a close call with dangerous territory. Better stop diving too deep in thought, focus on something else. Like this current Thunderclan, yes, in fact, since the time he opened his eyes to the present, he managed to befriend and made acquaintances with lots of cats, which include Briarstar, the current leader, Podfall, the medicine cat, Dockheart, his former sister's descendant in the far future, and Mousefang, a cat he suspected is Cloudtail's halfclan descendant.
Either way, he was out all day playing like the kit he should be, and that resulted in him missing the news that Runningkit opened her eyes this sun-high, so he decided to pay his new little sister a visit, abandoning the moss ball from Podfall rather longingly, but nonetheless, eagerly to see his new sister.
He charged into the nursery, almost crashing into Littlemoss who was padding out. "Woah, calm down, what got you so hyped up?" She asked amusingly. He replied with a grin. "I heard that Runningkit opened her eyes, let me see her...please?" He still felt kind of shy around his new mother, but they are getting gradually closer, so, he guessed it's all right. She sighed affectionately before gesturing her tail behind her.
"She's over there, trying to coax Whitekit to open her eyes. Me and Sandspots are going to walk around the camp to stretch our muscles, and perhaps eat, you can stay on your own, can't you?" "I can, don't worry." "I trust you to not cause trouble, yes?" "Yes!" When Littlemoss went away, he let out a little cackle, scheming a playful plan before creeping into the nursery. Now that he got a second chance, he may as well use it to its fullest potential.
He wriggled quietly into the nursey. But the feeling is rather strange for how his body doesn't respond as quickly as it used to, maybe it was because he got the memory, not the skills. Either way, he crouched behind Runningkit, being still as stone, before he, one, two, three, pounce!
"Wha!" Runningkit jumped in surprise and twisted in the air, trying to look at him, before tumbling down Whitekit's flank rather awkwardly. With a good, clear look at him, she growled. "Rainwhisker, how dare you." He nudged her teasingly, his kit instincts resurfacing, but lacing with a subtle panic. "It's Rainkit, mouse brain. Don't mess that up." He then lower his head next to her ear, whispering. "I think Starclan won't want these...normal cats to know about us, please call me Rainkit and One-eye Whitekit from now on." Runningkit nodded understandingly.
He would rather say it's strange for her, a former Windclanner to be reincarnate as a Thunderclanner, but maybe Starclan thinks it's better for them to stick together. He shook as he think if he were to be reincarnate as a Windclan cat, just the thought of staying in the moors without something to cover his head unnerved him. But it's not like trees are any better, he learnt that the hard way...better not dwell too deep.
"Rainkitttt?" Runningkit cuffed his ear, pulling him out of his muse and earning a shrilly squeak from himself.
"Stop that, Runningkit! I'm just thinking!" He snapped, careful not to let it sound too loud nor angry. Runningkit looked at him curiously, silently asking him what was he thinking. He paused, then let out an inaudible sigh, realizing that they are going to be siblings in this life. He decided to tell her, at least they were going to be siblings now, he may as well get to know her better and open up.
"I was thinking about trees and moors." Cue silence. Runningkit tenderly smiled at him, her eyes gleamed with something sadder, heavier. "Are you thinking about...being crushed?" "A fallen tree, on me, to be precise." A hidden message was exchanged, they knew, they might be better off without continuing, but they can't leave a topic like this hanging in the air, can they? Runningkit sighed, albeit relief is visible in her eyes. He twitched his whiskers in inquiry. She looked down for a heartbeat, before gazing at him dead in the eye. "The war against Bloodclan ended me. You remember Bloodclan, don't you?" He silently bobbed his head. Those rogues...how can he forget them, when they're the ones who killed Whitestorm - the ones that signifies the downfall of his youth, where everything turned for the worse. "That was the most horrible death any clan cat of that time could die from." She smiled slightly. "I'm happy my new brother didn't suffer the same fate as me." He felt his face heated up from her caring words, feeling rather bashful. "Thank you." He murmured.
Suddenly, a voice they both didn't expect rang out behind them softly. "I died peacefully in my sleep. I'm sorry for your inevitable deaths." Both of them turned to the third cat, Whitekit. Her kit-blue eyes perfectly open and intact, leaving no signs of a missing eye nor scarred face, only the patch of white on her left eye marks where the scar used to reside. "But won't it be better if we all focus on the present and future, instead of the past?" She flicked her ear quietly. "We were given a second chance, why not enjoy it?"
He was reminded again by the resolve he made in the past few days. Mustering up a smile, he bounded to Whitekit's side. "You're right. Though, I won't stop teasing your bravery from our first lives! Like how delicious fishes were!" Whitekit flattened her ears embarrassedly, playfully snarling, she pounced on Rainkit. Shortly after, Runningkit joined the fray. Earning a handful of protesting squeaks, and eventually getting tangled in the mess of furs and limbs.
Unbeknownst to them, Littlemoss and Stormmask watched over her kits amusingly as they ate their freshkill. "They're kind of loud." Littlemoss commented whilst rasping her tongue over her paw. "I would say these bundles of energy will cause a lot of mischief." Stormmask chuckled as Littlemoss poked him. "They won't cause that much of a trouble, trust me."
Concerning what Rainkit teases Whitekit about delicious fishes, it came from the second warrior code in the Code of the Clans when One-eye and Dappletail sneaks off to Riverclan to try some fishes, in wonder of why Riverclan cats boasts about it all the time. I suppose other elders (read: Smallear and Dappletail herself) would elaborate her little adventure to the whole Thunderclan, if not the whole forest theirselves.
And there you go! The very first chapter the trio returned to the lake again, after a long time up high in the stars. I'm sorry if I took sometime, suddenly my homework pile madly skyrocketed. Lucky I've somewhat pre-written this chapter, or else I think it'll take much, much longer. Haaaa. Anyway, thank you so much for reading this little story! Every review, favourite and Follow is greatly appreciate!