Warriors™️ FanFic #1: CrescentSwirl's Pride

Moon 1

Moon 1
MoonKit's first moments in the wild were very, very docile. Wrapped up with his sister in his mother's embrace, he felt no cold, no harshness, no threat from the outside world.

His nose first smelled the scent of his mother, sweet and succulent, an aroma wafting around him like a hedge of spirits, protecting him from all danger.

His ears first heard the purr of his mother's throat, a rumbling melody that kept him steady, safe from threats as mild as thorns and as wild as foxes.

His paws first touch was his mother's thick coat, his paw pads sticking to her silky long fur as firmly as if it was his own. The touch was new and complex, but quickly as warm and comforting as the rest of her.

His eyes, glued shut for weeks, opened for the first time and gave him the blurred image of his mother's glowing coat, her deep brown-and-white pelt glimmering in the dark surroundings. Using his optical faculties for the first time, he adjusted his eyes to acclimate to the blurriness of new vision and the low light level. His two pupils caught another pair observing him silently, green irises prominent in the shadow of the moon. The foreign figure stood unmoving, remaining there after he carefully closed his eyes and blinked for the first time in his life. But they weren't a foreign figure— his nose scented them similar to his mother and their aura felt... warm. He opened his mouth for his first meow— a curious one.

Above him, his mother was speaking to that same cat. They were having a conversation and he couldn't properly understand what they were saying.

"Look at his feet, they have small spots like yours, PaintedPearl. His pelt is like mine, but darker, not brown. Shimmering, with pearls in black expanse."

"Moons." PaintedPearl stated. "They're beautiful."

"You're right." KestrelFace crooned. "He'll be MoonKit."

MoonKit was a bicolor cat, inheriting the pattern from his father's coat. His nose, ear tips, tail tip, chest and toes were white. The rest of his pelt was a deep shorthair black, as intense as his blue eyes. A few unusual and thin swirl markings gave his otherwise monocolor back and flanks a unique touch.

His sister shared his pelt's special markings, and her eyes were also the same unique blue. The white markings of her coat were also darker, and they seemed to be instead... gray? Although it could be night vision, KestrelFace reasoned. She was sure she had light stripes. Her face, unlike MoonKit's, had linear markings streaking across it. They were similar to KestrelFace's, and she recalled to PaintedPearl how they reminded her of a bird's thin feathers.

The younger cat's expression turned to a frown for the briefest second. "So what will you name her?"

"OwlKit." was the queen's answer, immediately resuming the grooming of her kits. OwlKit, as her name suggested, mewed with the same veracity of a screech owl, PaintedPearl thought. MoonKit called out the same, but her eyes focused on the little kitten's spotted legs and paws. Just like mine, she gleamed. It runs in the family.

The next day, a cat rushed into the nursery. It was the medicine cat, SorrowTears. He held a little kitten between his jaws, a rose point-colored cat with a cream coat.

"Take her," he growled. "Her mother was a loner, she stumbled in her ready to birth. She had a infection and died during the process. This cat's two littermates died, and she's weak herself, not drinking milk for two days. Only you have queened, you can feed her." the medic urged.

KestrelFace took the little kit to her teat, while PaintedPearl looked on in shock. She wasn't surprised that it was happening; in WindClan nowadays, this was the least memorable event. But she was surprised it was happening in her own family.

"I'll name her RoseKit." the queen cooed, grooming the new littermate.