AN: Oh. My. God.
Guess what I just read?
Starkit's Prophecy.
I mean wow, that was bad. So many misspellings, terrible grammar, random semicolons in wo;rds, wrong homophones used, random name changes in the middle of story, so much out of characterness! I mean wtf how is Jayfeather her dad, he's a freaking medcat! And why the heck did Hollyleaf kill Jayfeather? And Sandstorm was perfectly okay with Firestar wanting to be Starpaw/Gleam's mate. Okay, that was officially terrible.
Anyway if you want to read the whole thing, look it up on google, and you'll find a website for it. Worst story ever.
Okay, I'll stop insulting Starkit's prophecy, though it was so bad it's hilarious. I need to make that new chapter of Born Into Stars ^_^. You may get upset this chapter, it is going to be quite unrealistic, but only to make some more epic drama xD
And so, here it is friends:
Sparrowsong let out a whimpering grunt of pain as she felt her belly contracting. Bubblecloud stood over her and gasped as she felt the queen's belly. "You're kitting early because…" She paused for a heartbeat, "Because you are having too many kits."
"Too many kits?" Sparrowsong echoed between gasps. Bubblecloud nodded worriedly. "Yes, it feels like… seven," She murmured, "Is it possible you- err- were with Oakfur or another tom more than once?"
Sparrowsong bowed her head. "I don't believe so, but I did feel a bit odd after waking up a few times… are you suggesting I've been forced while I was asleep?"
"It could be possible," Bubblecloud meowed, "Oh they're too early! Try to stay still while I go to find something for you."
The medicine cat went off at a medium-fast pace, searching around her for herbs. Sparrowsong groaned with pain as another spasm hit her, and she could feel her insides squeezing and tightening to get the kits out. Soon enough she could feel something coming through, and she realized with horror that the first kit was coming. The birthing queen managed to look behind her, and saw a thin blue sac slipping through her. Oh fox-dung… it's too late, that kit is too small to still be alive by now…
She closed for a second, but felt herself opening up again to release another kit. "Bubblecloud!" Sparrowsong yowled desperately, "Hurry!"
The next slippery bundle came out, and was then dead with its first littermate. Sparrowsong briefly thought all the kits would die just like the first two, but then she saw Bubblecloud coming back.
"I'm so sorry!" She huffed, quickly shoving moss below the kitting queen, "Now eat these; fennel and raspberry leaves!"
Sparrowsong lapped up the herbs, and her sides rippled fiercely. She felt an even bigger kit coming out of her. Bubblecloud quickly bit open a sac and lick the kit to warmth. It let out a loud, powerful mewl. "A tom!" Bubblecloud announced. Sparrowsong saw the slimy black mound. It looked just like her own father, Blackclaw. The black tom-kit latched its mouth to its mother's belly and suckled. "Thank Starclan, its living," She murmured.
More contractions came, and so did the next kit. Another born dead. Sparrowsong was beginning to be swallowed by grief that most all her kits would be dying. The next kitten Bubblecloud licked viciously, and it came out alive. "A she-kit!" The medicine cat announced as she put the tiniest kit Sparrowsong had even seen at her belly. It was white, just like Bubblecloud was, and looked just barely alive as it feebly tried to get milk.
The next kit was born alive too, a she-kit that was dappled just like Sparrowsong was, and just a little smaller than her brother. "Okay, just one more now," Bubblecloud mewed. Sparrowsong heaved and the last kit came dead just like the other four.
"Oh dear," Sighed Bubblecloud, her ears flattening, "They came so early, most are dead."
Sparrowsong lowered her head sadly. "I wish it weren't so, and these kits are much too small, will they even survive?"
As if to answer her question, the tiny white she-kit fell limp, and Bubblecloud gave her a pitiful look. Sparrowsong choked back a sob. How is it fair that a queen loses five kits at once, and how did she even end up with so many kits, anyway?
"Well, at least those two lived," Bubblecloud whispered, and she stroked the two kits gently, "Do you want to name them?"
"Not yet," Sparrowsong decided, thinking it was best for both her and Oakfur to name them together, "For now, let's just bring them to camp, before they open their eyes."
"That sounds good; I'll carry the tom-kit for you," Bubblecloud offered.
"Thank you," Sparrowsong mewed gratefully, and she curled her tail around the kits, "But for now I'd like to be with them, just for a bit."
Bubblecloud smiled and lay down beside her. Sparrowsong felt happy, happy that she didn't lose them all. The two surviving kits were already the most precious things to her as of that point, and her love for them was already burning strong. She could keep them alive, she had to.
The time she spent cuddling her newborns felt so short, but Bubblecloud had told her it was time to go shortly after. "No I don't want to," Sparrowsong objected, curling tightly around the sleeping kits.
"If we don't go now, it'll be very late when we get back to camp." Bubblecloud argued, and she picked up the black tom-kit. Sparrowsong sighed and lifted the dappled kit by her fluffy scruff. The medicine cat flicked her tail and headed off. It was already sunhigh, and Sparrowsong confessed to herself that it was best to head back. Cool breezes blew as they traveled, buffeting their fur. The she-kit let out a pitiful mewl, as the cold struck against her.
"It's so hard seeing my kits freeze like this!" Sparrowsong exclaimed through the fur of the kit, "I know we have to head back, but it hurts to see them hurt."
"I understand, but this is best for them ," Bubblecloud mewed back, "Don't worry, though we're going at least double the speed now than we did before, now that you don't have all that weight to slow you down."
"I suppose so."
…
Sparrowsong's paws were about ready to fall off by the time they reached Thunderclan territory. The two kits were mostly silent, though at times they let out squeaks when they were cold, hungry, or feeling discomfort. Sparrowsong had to stop once to feed them.
She now couldn't wait to get back, show everyone the kits, and name them with Oakfur. He would be such a great father, Sparrowsong knew. "We're almost there," Mumbled Bubblecloud, as Thunderclan's scent began to grow strong and the grass became flatter.
Sparrowsong took off and trotted into camp, and instantly she and Bubblecloud were crowded by cats. "You kitted early!" Leafmist announced, as if not everyone already knew.
"Oakfur, you're a father!" Lilyfeather called, and the group parted to make room for the tom. Oakfur walked through casually, but Sparrowsong could see the skip in his steps as he came up to her. The mates reunited in a loving nuzzle, twining their tails and purring. "They're beautiful," Oakfur purred, as he took the black kit from Bubblecloud.
"Indeed," Sparrowsong agreed, "Come, let's take them to nursery."
"Okay," Oakfur said, and he padded with his mate into the strong den. Sparrowsong settled into her nest and dropped the she-kit at the crack of her belly. Oakfur did the same, and just as he did the tom-kit's eyes blinked right open.
"Oh my," Sparrowsong gasped. She stared at the deep amber eyes, so deep they looked almost red. "Ma-ma," The tom squeaked, blinking up at her.
Sparrowsong purred loudly. "I think I have a name for him."
"What would that be?" Oakfur asked, as he curled on the other side of the kits.
"How about Redkit, since his eyes are such a deep shade of amber?" She suggested
Oakfur nodded. "That would go well, but what about the she-kit?"
As if on cue the dappled kit's eyes blinked open slowly as well, her light blue gaze darting around. Sparrowsong nuzzled the kit affectionately. "What do you think?"
"I like Riverkit," Oakfur shrugged, "If you want to use it."
"I think that name is perfect," Sparrowsong replied, "Welcome to the world, Redkit and Riverkit."
Riverkit flicked her tiny tail. "Wold," She tried to repeat. Redkit rolled onto her. "Welcome!" He echoed.
"They're so cute!" Cheered Sparrowsong and she started to lap Riverkit's fluffy fur. Riverkit pulled herself up and crawled to her mother's belly, where she began to suckle milk. Redkit got up as well, and stumbled into his father's belly.
Oakfur let out a mrrow of amusement, as his son tried to suckle from him, his expression confused when he didn't get any milk. "Wrong place, little Red," He chuckled, and nudged the kit to Sparrowsong.
"Aren't they darling," The queen said proudly, "I think these two are much better than none."
Oakfur tilted his head. "Better than none?"
"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you," Sparrowsong sighed, "Well, the kits came so early because there were too many. Seven to be exact..."
"Seven?!" Oakfur repeated with disbelief. Sparrowsong frowned. "Yes, and five of them didn't make it, I'm sorry to say."
"Darling, I'm so sorry,"
"It's okay, it's not like it's your fault."
Oakfur suddenly looked guilty. "I think it might be…"
"What do you mean?" Sparrowsong demanded, instantly alert and serious.
Oakfur pinned his ears down. "I- I wanted kits more than anything in then anything in the world," He told her, "So some nights, when nobody was looking, I guess I sort of lost control of myself. I didn't mean harm, I just thought the more I did it, the more likely we would have kits."
"Wait," Sparrowsong grumbled, "So when I told you I was expecting, you were just playing dumb?"
"I guess I was," He replied, ashamed.
Sparrowsong wanted to be angry. This wasn't something she thought her mate would do to her without any permission. She also wondered how she never woke up. I guess I am just one of those cats who sleep through anything.
"Please, don't be upset. I promise I only had good intentions." Oakfur meowed.
"I'm not," Sparrowsong forced herself to admit, "I love you, really no matter what you do."
"I love you more," Oakfur purred, giving her a lap on the cheek, "And I love these kits too."
Sparrowsong noticed her son and daughter had fallen asleep, but then again it was pretty late. "Maybe you should go, so we can get some sleep."
"I'd be happy to leave you in peace," Oakfur smiled, and after a last nuzzle he left. Sparrowsong curled her tail around the sleeping kits, and brought them closer to her. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but her dreams were unwelcoming.
She could see only black, but she could hear chanting, evil angry voices making themselves heard.
"Teach the clans, teach the clans, make them pay."
AN: Sorry that it is so short, I would make it longer, but my Grandmother just came to visit us and she's sick because she just got a surgery so I guess I just lost my thoughts. Also, I got two 100%'s on my math quizzes. And I just took another. I'm doing so well in math, heheh.
Hey, if anyone out there is struggling with math, and actually wants to get better, there's a website I know that can help you. It's called and has math from pre-k to pre-calculous. I've tried a few pre-calculous lessons myself, even though I'm in algebra 1, ha!
I also have to study really hard for this ACT test I'm going to take. If I score high, I become eligible to enter this Creative Writing camp at Duke University over the summer. It would be so cool, having a 3-week sleep away camp focused entirely on my passion- writing! We even get to sleep in the college dorms! Fun!
So I guess that is it then. Oh- one more thing! My next story is going to be a trollfiction, but I need ideas for what it's going to be! If one of you suggested an idea I really like- I'd love to use it!
~Lissa