Warrior cats, the life of CicadaWing

Kitting

Daisymist yowled in pain as she pushed out the last kit, her mate, Rainstorm watching by helplessly. The windclan medicine cat, Honeyspot, feeding her a combination of poppy seeds and borage leaves staying as calm as she could. she sat next to Daisymist, her soothing words attempting to calm her.

 ''It's alright, they're all okay. All healthy.'' She purred, Daisymists breathing slowing as she mumbled nonsensically, her eyes darting up to Rainstorm. his whiskers twitched as he lifted himself off his paws and padded gently over to where he could see the kits ''They're beautiful..'' Daisymist nodded and smiled slightly ''I knew they would be.'' 

Honeyspot ushered Rainstorm away, feeding Daisymist a few more herbs. Her ears perked and twitched gently as a small cicada flew in. it buzzed about a little before landing directly onto one of the kits heads. a small, mewling Siamese tom. Honeyspot looked puzzled, glancing up to Daisymist. She seemed to gazing lovingly at the Siamese. ''Cicadakit..'' She muttered, and Honeyspots eyes widened. 

''You're naming him after an irritating insect?'' She swiftly realized her words had been a little too blunt, the sudden angered look in Daisymist's eyes proving that even further ''It is obviously a sign from starclan!'' She hissed, using her tail to usher her blind kits towards her belly. ''Right, sorry.'' Honeyspot sighed as she spoke. Queens could be defensive over their kits, especially names. Honeyspot sniffed each kit over, then Daisymist.

 ''You're all fine. I'll let you rest now. and I'll let Snifflestar know.'' Privately, Honeyspot would've been amazed if Snifflestar didn't know, with how loud the queen was yowling. Daisymist nodded and looked down at her kits, a loud purr rumbling deep in her throat. She licked them all over  until she felt as though she would sleep forever. she laid her head down and let the calm stillness drift over her.

Snifflestar was peacefully eating a rabbit alongside his deputy, Rotthroat. Honeyspot trotted over, her tail held high and a cheerful look on her face. ''We have 3 new future warriors of windclan!'' She announced ''Daisymist just had her litter. 1 tom, 2 she-cats.'' Snifflestar looked up from his rabbit, eyes lighting up ''Oh, that's just wonderful!'' Rotthroat purred deeply, although not looking up from his food.

 ''She's already named one of them.. the tom. A cicada flew in and landed on his head. she decided then and there that his name shall be Cicadakit.'' Snifflestar shrugged ''Not the weirdest name I've ever heard.'' Honeyspot purred and meowed ''Yeah. who names their kit snifflekit?'' Snifflestar scoffed and swiped a sheathed paw playfully across Honeyspot's ear. She was about to make a paw swipe back, but instead she got interrupted by an apprentice crashing straight into her.

She hissed, stumbling to the side and just managing to keep her balance. ''What in starclans name are you doing?!'' She spat, glaring at tigerpaw. he was standing in front of her, back arched and fur fluffed-up, looking twice his size, pupils pulled into tight slits and claws unsheathed, digging into the soft ground. Honeyspot waited patiently. ''What is it then?'' She grumbled, awaiting an answer.

He stuttered and stumbled over his words, but finally spat out ''Mistypaw is dead!'' Honeyspots face dropped, her annoyance washed away by overwhelming dread. She looked to snifflestar, who was too in a bout of shock. Honeyspot only just began to notice the cuts and slices over the apprentices body, her prophecy she foretold ringing loudly in her ears.

'Young blood will come, young blood will go.' 

Horror struck her whole body, eyes widening. ''How?! what killed her!?'' She tried to pry questions out of the apprentice, but he was seemingly in shock. Honeyspot let out of growl of frustration, rushing over to the medicine den and snatching up some Thyme. she returned swiftly, placing the thyme in front of the apprentice. ''Eat this.'' She began to lick his fur to help soothe him, his fluffed-up fur lowering back to normal.

''Now, tell me what happened. and where.'' She softly spoke as to not stress him out further. ''Me.. Me and her were.. fighting. She got upset at me for spending more time with another apprentice." He gulped, eyes boring into the floor beneath his paws. "we were supposed to be hunting. we fought.. and.. we fell down the cliff of the gorge, onto a really small ledge. a... a big rock began to fall. i tried to drag her out of the way but she.. she wouldn't listen. she.. i heard her.. bones.. '' He shuddered, his panic rising in his throat once again.

 Honeyspot gave continuous soothing licks, shivering softly herself. She couldn't imagine going through that. she looked to Snifflestar, who was staring on in silence. Mistypaw was Rotthroats apprentice. ''Snifflestar, don't you think you should send a patrol to retrieve her?'' She helpfully suggested. Rotthroat was behind Snifflestar, his eyes blank and emotionless. that, however, was usually not out of the ordinary. Snifflestar quickly shook his head, as if shaking away the horror of the situation and nodded.

 he padded over to a group of chattering warriors, and quickly their noise died down as they listened to their leader. They began to pad solemnly out of camp. If she was honest with herself, Honeyspot was a little upset for Daisymist. The news of Mistypaw's death would definitely overshadow the news of her litter. Snifflestar padded back over, a grim expression on his face. Honeyspot knew he was thinking the same thing.

The warriors soon returned, some of them a deep look of disturb on their faces and others blank and emotionless. they had not brought a body back with them, but a few with blood on their paws. ''There is nothing there to retrieve.'' Barkclaw shuddered as he spoke, the terrible implications of what he meant shadowing the others. Pumpkinpatch and Twigtail stood behind him.

Jaggedtooth was listening close by, shaking his head and looking rather disturbed by what Barkclaw had reported, rushing off to find Bluetail. Mistypaw was her kin. Snifflestar nodded solemnly and bunched up his muscles, leaping gracefully onto the Tallrock before calling out the familiar words. ''May all cats old enough to run the moor gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!'' 

Honeyspot didn't have to move very far, glancing up at snifflestar. The clan began to appear from their dens, a low grumbling making it's way around the camp. ''What does he want now?''
''Can't an elder get any sleep around here?'' Honeyspot shushed them, looking up at her leader, and good friend. ''I regret to inform you all that Mistypaw has been.." He glanced at Honeyspot grimly, "killed. we will sit vigil tonight for her.'' Snifflestars head lowered, listening to the shocked and grieving noises of his clanmates. Bluetail was loudest of them all, Mistypaw being her only kit.