ThornClaw's Destiny

Chapter 1

Thornkit awoke to a soft paw pummelling him gently. "Wake up Thornkit" whispered Brightkit. "Let's go see the camp!" Another cat approached; this one was a familiar scent: Frostfur. "Has he opened his eyes yet?" purred Frostfur. "Not yet" mewed Brightkit. "Come on Brightkit" another cat mewed. "Let's go without him". Thornkit did not like the sound of being left behind. He opened his eyes to find his littermates standing in front of him. Brightkit was the image of his mother, with cream spots on her pelt, however Brackenkit was more like their father, Lionheart, a light orange tabby. Their father had died after an attack on Shadowclan, however Thornkit and his littermates bore the resemblance of him. Cinderkit, with her fluffy grey pelt, had the exact shade of blue in her eyes as Frostfur. "You've opened your eyes!" Cinderkit exclaimed. "Now we can explore the warriors den!" "You will do no such thing!" Frostfur scolded. "Cinderkit, have you been in there already?!" "Definitely not. Come on, Thornkit. Race you to the edge of the clearing!"

It was wonderful to race around the camp. On his third lap round, he crashed into a fluffy wall and toppled over. The furry wall spun around, her hackles rising, and lowered them when she saw Thornkit. "Ahhhhhh" the she-cat groaned. "New kits. You must be Frostfur's." Thornkit stared. "New kits have no manners these days" harrumphed the old she-cat. "You just sit and stare whilst I eat." "Sorry" Thornkit stammered. To his surprise, the she-cat broke into a creaky purr. "First time out?" Thornkit nodded. "What's your name?" "Thornkit" "I am Yellowfang. I was at your kitting. I am one of the medicine cats." "Are there more than 1?" squeaked Thornkit. "2. You have me and Spottedleaf to go to if you have a wound or a bellyache." "Can I see the den?" "Kits usually can't see the inside but-" A loud yowl announced Frostfur. "Thornkit! Are you annoying Yellowfang?" "He is not doing any harm," assured Yellowfang. "Run along, young Thornkit".