Hey y'all! I updated again! After a long while, because I was super discouraged. Only Kai Lover911 bothered to review my last chapter, so yeah. And no, Silverstripe isn't dead. Yet. Be warned; this chapter may or may not suck because I was too busy to edit. I've got a bunch of stuff going on. I have 4 hours of chess every single day, Tae Kwon Do, and other summer activities like taking my grandparents to the park and stuff. So yeah. Enjoy!
"Come on, Oakkit! Hurry up!" Quailkit called. Her eyes sparkled as she saw Oakkit blearily stumble out of the nursery.
"Quailkit, it's dawn. I'm tired. Everyone's tired. What do you want?" he asked, yawning.
"I wanna show you something. I made it just for you!" Quailkit squealed. She ran to a clump of leaves and pulled something out. It was a branch, artfully decorated with colorful flowers.
"Wow! It's beautiful! Just like you!" Oakkit exclaimed. He nuzzled Quailkit affectionately. She purred.
"Silly! Nobody needs to know about our relationship!" Quailkit hissed, even though nearly all the Clan knew about Oakkit and Quailkit's "relationship". Everyone assumed it was just a kit-affection thing, but Oakkit knew it was real, true love. He'd known Quailkit for five moons, ever since the day he opened his eyes, and five moons was obviously enough time to fall in love.
Oakkit purred and entwined his tail with Quailkit's. "What should we play today?" he asked, looking into her clear purple eyes. He had no idea cats could have purple eyes, but Quailkit was an exception. They sparkled like a thousand suns, and he loved it. Just as much as he loved her in general.
"Why don't you two go somewhere else to play. The real warriors need to do some work," a deep voice came from behind the two kits. They whirled around and saw Thrushstar, the leader of ThunderClan. He was staring at them with mild amusement, his whiskers twitching as he tried not to laugh at Quailkit's present for Oakkit.
"But we really wanna help!" Oakkit piped up.
"You'd be more of a liability than a help," Thrushstar growled good-naturedly. Oakkit liked Thrushstar because he never seemed to be angry about anything. Unlike the grumpy Fogpelt. Oakkit could've sworn the senior warrior had ants under his pelt or something; he was always mad, snappish, and impatient. And speaking of Fogpelt, he was just walking up to Thrushstar.
"Thrushstar, we've made repairs to the elder's den, but we still need to work on the apprentice's den and the warrior's den." Then he saw the two kits, staring at him stoically. "And you, kits, stay out of our way, okay?" he asked grumpily, padding away.
"If you two really want to help, why don't you protect the camp for us while we are fixing the dens?" Thrushstar meowed kindly. He also walked away to where the warriors were fixing the dens.
"Come on, let's protect the camp!" Oakkit meowed excitedly. He took off running towards the entrance of the RiverClan camp, Quailkit close at his heels. They skidded to a stop and sat with their tails wrapped neatly around their paws, waiting for an enemy to burst into camp.
"I can't believe the storm only affect our Clan!" Oakkit heard Stonepaw groan as he dragged branches to fix the dens. "I mean, why not WindClan? StarClan knows they could use some water pouring on them! Those mouse-brains, thinking they could steal our prey!"
"Well, at least no one died and no one got injured," his sister, Grasspaw, meowed in return. Unlike Stonepaw, Grasspaw was quiet, polite, and very nice. Stonepaw, on the other hand, was full of himself, loud, and rude. It was rather hard to believe they were related. Oakkit snorted.
Quailkit looked at him weirdly. "Is something funny?" she asked in her pretty, soft voice.
"Isn't it weird how Grasspaw and Stonepaw are related?" he asked, looking at Quailkit.
She purred. "They're about as similar to each other as ThunderClan is to RiverClan!"
Glosskit was playing with the other kits. They were playing Cat and Mouse, and Glosskit was stuck as the mouse. Again.
"It's just because you're the smallest," Stormkit explained, as if it could explain all the discrimination she received. She didn't think RiverClan could be so hostile towards a kit, but nooooo! Just because she was the weakest kit in the Clan (she couldn't beat any of the other kits in play-fights, even Quailflight's two-moon old kits) didn't mean she was entirely useless. She could scent things from afar, but everyone overlooked that ability.
Glosskit decided that she had enough of being mouse, so she excused herself from the game (not that anybody cared) and went to the medicine cat den to visit Silverstripe and Ashkit.
Glosskit remembered that fatal night as clearly as if it were yesterday, even though it had been nearly a week. She remembered every single detail, right to the evil cat's voice and eye color and body shape. She remembered where the attack took place. She remembered Ashkit's blood-curdling scream as the tom bit into her leg so hard he scraped her bone. She remembered her brave mother fighting off that evil cat. Worst of all, she remembered seeing her father, her noble, kind, gentle father cheating on her mother with a warrior barely out of apprentice training. It was a rough night, to say the least.
Silverstripe was fatally wounded that night. It had taken Birchsong, Palefoot, and Raingaze to drag Silverstripe to camp. Glosskit and Stormkit had to support Ashkit as she limped on three feet.
Glosskit remembered Ashkit's horrified face the very next day when she awoke when she found out that the evil tom had injured her so badly, she would never be able to be a warrior. Her sister had cried all night. Glosskit comforted her all night. Her heart broke for her crippled sister.
There were questions arising about how Silverstripe got so injured, but they vanished immediately after Birchsong's cold glare. Glosskit was glad she wasn't too involved in the drama, even though she was asked by Rosestar herself why she and her littermates were out of the camp at such a late time. She had told Rosestar that they were just exploring when they scented blood. Surprisingly enough, Rosestar believed them.
As Glosskit entered the medicine cat den, she saw Silverstripe and Ashkit lying side-by-side. They were both sleeping. Cobwebs were all over Silverstripe's body, while Ashkit's hind leg was completely covered in cobwebs.
"How are they?" Glosskit asked Ravenpelt.
He shook his head sadly. "Silverstripe is in critical condition. She's barely breathing. She woke up a few minutes ago to ask for Birchsong. But he never visited her in the first place." Glosskit barely refrained from hissing at her father.
"Ashkit is okay. She's heartbroken at the fact that she won't be a warrior, but thanks to her friends like you, she'll be okay," Ravenpelt finished.
"Thanks," Glosskit meowed, and scampered out of the den. She nearly ran into a wall of fur. No, wait…it was Birchsong. He was heading into the medicine cat den.
"Glosskit! How are they?" Birchsong asked, sounding like a caring mate. Glosskit snorted.
"It's not like you care. Even though you're the deputy, you should still have time to visit your sick family," Glosskit replied. Birchsong's face hardened.
"Now, just because you are my daughter doesn't mean I won't punish you for that sassy attitude. I want to visit my family and you're accusing me of not caring?" Birchsong growled.
"Well, duh. Ravenpelt says you haven't visited all week! Silverstripe and Ashkit need you! Palefoot can wait!" Glosskit hissed. Seeing Birchsong's face, she knew she said too much.
He got all up close and personal in her face. "Now, I have no idea how you found out, nor do I want to know, but what I do with Palefoot has nothing to do with you, Silverstripe, or anybody else," he meowed in a dangerous tone. What happened to the kind, caring father? He was replaced with a disloyal, mean tom.
"Oh, sure. It has nothing to do with Silverstripe, because you obviously aren't cheating on her!" Glosskit screeched. She attracted a few glares, but nothing more.
Birchsong's muzzle twitched in anger. Hissing, he stalked off into the medicine cat den.
Well, that went well, Glosskit thought angrily. Flicking her tail in frustration, she padded into the nursery. Since she was now old enough to eat fresh-kill, Silverstripe's injury didn't really affect her eating habits.
Sighing, she slowly collapsed on the empty nest that was once Silverstripe's. She sorely wished life could be how it used to be, with Birchsong as a loving father and Silverstripe uninjured.
If she thought things would get better, though, she was sorely mistaken.
Soooooo...will things get better? I will try to update more frequently, so yeah. And you got a glimpse of Oakkit's life in ThunderClan, which, BTW, seems waaaay more awesome than life in RiverClan. Thrushstar is da man! Anyway, please review! I've gotten favorites and I appreciate that, but reviewing shows how popular my story is. So yeah, if everyone who read this would review, I'd be super popular by now. So try to review! Please and thanks!
PS. I take constructive criticism, but NO cussing, vulgarity, or rude spam (Example: aghjifnajsfdgjkd is not a good review. However, I think you should improve your word choice is a constructive review). And yes, I really should improve my word choice.
TRIVIA TIME: Who was Sorreltail's father? (yes, I know, this is from the real Warriors series, but I thought it would be fun to see how many people know) And no peeking!
QOTC: Birchsong: good or bad?
Thanks for reading! Love, Gloss