Warriors: Prophecy From StarClan, The Owl's Kit.

Chapter 9

Time was going by fairly quickly for Softpaw, tonight would be her first ever gathering and the three newest members of the Clan were still in the nursery mewing for their mother to give them milk.

"My! Those are the most nosiest kits I've ever heard!" Ravensight meowed hearing them as she soaked in the last rays of sunlight.

Softpaw nodded checking the elders for ticks thankful she found none. I'm just thankful we still have three of them.

Not to long ago, Softheart gave birth to two toms and two she-cats, Mousekit a grey and white she-kit. Flakekit a white she-kit, Nightkit a black tom kit with grey paws, and Wingkit a fully white tom kit. Wingkit however, passed after a few days, he just wasn't strong enough and nothing Mossfur or Firepool could do would save him.

But the other three were strong and healthy, Softheart still was heartbroken over the death of one of her kits.

After she had finished she stretched and went to sit with her siblings who were talking together. Softpaw flinched noticing how she almost seemed distant from her siblings now, like she didn't even have littermates, but she shook the thoughts away. It's just we're busy with training. She thought to reassure herself.

"It sucks, that we lost a Clanmate not long after he was even born." Cloverpaw meowed sadly.

"Wingkit would've been a great Clanmate if he had survived." Moonpaw meowed also.

Softpaw looked to her brother Oakpaw to see his dark green eyes staring ahead towards the nursery where Softheart laid with her head sticking out, Oakpaw seemed lost in thought with an expression Softpaw could not read on his face.

"Life is cruel." He growled finally and the three she-cats gave a nod and meow of agreement.

Although Softpaw didn't know completely what was going on in his head, she knew he was thinking about all the recent deaths in the Clan.

It's just one death after another, and Daisywind is sick as well!!

Darkpaw who had been quietly listening snorted annoyed. "Can you four stop talking about that kit?" He growled and looked at Moonpaw who looked at him annoyed. "Talking about him won't bring him back, if it did Taffy would've brought Sky and Willow back to life by now." He added more grimy.

Softpaw felt sorry for Darkpaw, for once. She remembered stories from Taffy how she had kits before FeatherClan found her. Darkpaw was the only one to survive, the other two carried on with the names of rouge kits since she named them all before Clan life. She shuttered imagining how lonely Taffy must've been, abandoned by her two legs while expecting kits.

"Sorry Darkpaw." Moonpaw meowed gently realizing why it bothered him. Moonpaw walked up to Darkpaw and gave his ear a quick lick taking Darkpaw by surprise, and pressed her nose to his shoulder. "But talking about them is a way of grieving, and making sure their memory is not forgotten. That's why the elders always tell stories, to keep the cats in them in memory."

Darkpaw blinked surprised but didn't complain, just simply narrowed his eyes his tail lashing. "Still..it gets..bothersome."

Softpaw looked at her Moonpaw with respect and blinked slowly taking in her words for herself. Couldn't have said it better myself! She thought before catching the eye of Cloverpaw who looked annoyed and frustrated at Darkpaw for still not giving in.

Oh no...not now Cloverpaw, don't get in trouble right now. Softpaw thought, praying to StarClan that Cloverpaw didn't say anything sharped tongued like she normally did. Softpaw went up and gently nudged her getting her attention before smacking the back of her head with her tail.