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Chapter Three
Whitekit paces in front of the nursery her white pelt gleaming in the mid-day sunlight,
"I don't understand what the big deal is!" she hears her brother. Blackkit mutter to Thornpaw and Firepaw as they share a thrush a few tail lengths away. Whitekit turns sharply towards her brother,
"Poppysong is expecting kits!" she exclaims furiously. Blackkit rolls his eyes,
"Yeah so? New kits mean future den-mates! And besides it doesn't concern us toms what the stupid she-cats are doing with there life!" he retorts. Thornpaw and Firepaw nudge him in silent congratulations but Whitekit can't control her fury. She stalks up to her brother until their nose to nose,
"Poppysong is an elder! She did not know she was expecting Hawktalon's kits! And they are way, way, way to early!" she fumes. Blackkit hisses causing Whitekit to take a startled step back, her brother rises to his paws. Fluffing out his fur, making him look three times his size, he looks terrifying! Whitekit realizes with a jolt. She's forgotten that her brother is already five moons old, so is she of course. Firepaw's voice jolts her from her thoughts,
"Exactly. Poppysong shouldn't be having kits if she's an elder! Let alone Hawktalon's kits! He's a seasoned warrior, why would he mess around with a fox-dung she-cat like her? StarClan is obviously mad, that's why her kits are coming early!" he explains loftily. Whitekit's blue eyes widen, I can't believe he said that! She thinks in shock,
"Remember little one that Poppysong moved to the elders den because of a wounded shoulder, she's Hawktalon's age and besides they've been mates for moons. Its fine time they had some kits," Silverbird murmurs. Whitekit can sense the disapproval in her mothers tone along with hurt and sadness, but Silverbird would never snap at an apprentice. In fact she would never snap at Blackkit either, Blackkit would just go and tell Sleetstar and then Silverbird would get in trouble!
"Yes mom..." Blackkit grumbles, Firepaw just snorts but Thornpaw ducks his head in shame.
"I'm sorry, Smallbird. I understand how hard it is to be a she-cat in this Clan and-" he begins but stops at the sight of Sleetstar stomping over. He quickly changes his tone of voice, "She-cats are useless! Let Poppysong die she's way to old!" Though Whitekit can sense the lie in his tone the words still hurt, why doesn't he just stand up to Sleetstar? After all he's a tom! But Whitekit already knows the answer, he's just an apprentice. An apprentice that would be cleaning the elders den for moons if he said that he appreciated she-cats in front of his Clan leader!
"Very good, Thornpaw you'll make a wonderful warrior!" he praises, Thornpaw's eyes flash with fear but he nods solemnly. Sleetstar whispers something to Silverbird, Silverbird looks scared but she nods reluctantly and follows her mate to his den where Berryfrost and Briarnose are sitting. Whitekit is about to start for the fresh-kill pile when Skystorm and Acornpaw slip from the nursery. Skystorm's eyes are dark, Acornpaw looks scared.
"How is she?" Whitekit mews rushing towards the medicine cats, Skystorm doesn't answer, neither does Acornpaw. Hawktalon bounds across camp, barreling into Skystorm. The silver tabby she-cat falls to the sandy floor, Whitekit bristles. He just pushed over a medicine cat! She thinks, though no one else in the Clan seems fazed by Hawktalon's actions.
"HOW IS SHE!?" he booms, Acornpaw steps in front of his mentor his amber eyes blazing.
"How dare you push my mentor!" he exclaims, adding quickly. "Poppysong and the kits are dead," Hawktalon looks as though he's going to kill Acornpaw but he crumples to the ground instead.
"NO! NO! NO!" he yowls his voice so loud Whitekit cringes, just then a small mew drifts from the nursery. Whitekit rushes inside before anyone can stop her, a small tiny light gray she-kit is peeking out from underneath her dead mothers pelt. Whitekit gasps rushing back into camp,
"There's one alive!" she exclaims. All eyes turn towards her,
"Tom?" Hawktalon questions.
"No she-kit!" Whitekit murmurs, Hawktalon snorts turning and padding away, so does the rest of the Clan. Blackkit grumbles something to Thornpaw and Firepaw. Even Skystorm and Acornpaw are heading towards the medicine den, Whitekit races after then skidding to a halt in front of Skystorm. "What are you doing?" she exclaims,
"The kits weak anyway..." Skystorm grumbles. Acornpaw just sighs and they continue towards the medicine den, Whitekit turns tail and races back into the nursery. She curls up beside her new den-mate,
"I'll keep you save...I promise..." she murmurs quietly. At the sound of pawsteps Whitekit looks up, Mossflight is entering the nursery.
"The little one won't be able to survive without milk," she comments dryly. Whitekit sighs,
"Then she's gone..." she murmurs sadly. Mossflight's eyes glitter,
"No, she'll survive." she meows padding over to the small kit, she stretches down on Poppysong's nest, nudging the black she-kit towards her belly. Instantly Poppysong's kit begins to suckle, Whitekit stares at Mossflight."I'm expecting Berryfrost's kits though their not due for some time..." she explains, Whitekit smiles.
"Thank you," she whispers. Mossflight just flicks her ears,
"What's her name?" she asks. Whitekit doesn't hesitate,
"Petalkit."
THE RETURN OF ME!
~Petalwish