CrowFood- An original Warrior Cats Book

Prolouge

AN- I do not own the concept of warriors which belongs to the Erin Hunters. I do, however, own the characters and plot.

The clan was suffering, WheatStar knew they wouldn't survive much longer. What was even worse was that BirchHearts kits were coming right in the middle of Windclans harshest Greenleaf drought.

"WheatStar!" WheatStar turned to see a grey speckled face and a dark inky tail twitching nervously. "What's wrong ShadowTail?" She asked picking up on his fear scent that was faint, but there. "All of our streams have dried up! The only water source we have is right at the border." WheatStar thought about this. "Take a double patrol and gather as much soaked moss as you can and store it in the medicine cats den in the darkest place you can find to preserve it."

ShadowTail nodded and ran off across the cracked, dry earth. He was young and nervous but he would make a good leader someday.

A yowl cut the silence that had been hanging heavily in the air. WheatStars pelt pricked as she guessed what was happening. Another yowl slashed through the first, "BirchHearts kits are coming! Get FrostFace!" WheatStar raced to the medicine cats den kicking up dust as She went.

"FrostFace, please come quick BirchHeart is having her kits." WheatStar said in a calm but urgent manner, as FrostFace gathered some herbs and... is that a stick? She couldn't help but wonder why BirchHearts kits couldn't pick a worse time to come, all the prey was hiding from the heat and water was getting harder and harder to get.

In the nursery FrostFace got to work and placed a stick in between BirchHearts teeth. "Bite down on this when you feel a lot coming"He spoke softly. BirchHeart nodded, pain clouded her vision.

A spasm went through BirchHearts pale body and she clenched her teeth around the stick. A small wet bundle landed on the mossy bed and FrostFace began to lick its snowy mottled fur. Weakly, the kit scrambled to its mothers side and began to knead. BichHeart purred but before she could enjoy the moment. Her ears flattened at the pain of another kit coming. This kit was pure black like coal and WheatStar wondered why RiverClaw was not here as he was the suspected father.

Once both kits were settled in, BirchHeart stopped purring so much to speak, " The snowy tom will be named Dovekit and the dark shecat will be named Crowkit." "What about RiverClaw? Won't he want to name one of his kits?" BirchHearts fluffy white and brown fur bristled "I am sure he will be fine with the names I have chosen" WheatStars eyes narrowed but instead she turned to the kits "welcome young ones, this may not be the best time to be a kit but we wish you well on your journey wherever it might take you."