Untold Omen

Ch. 1

A bright beam of sunlight shone over the bracken wall that surrounded ShadowClan's camp.

A small dilute calico tom emerged from the depths of a nest constructed of thicket and moss.

Inside the den, his mother, a beautiful calico she-cat, was curled in a nest next to his littermate.

The slim tom padded out into the clearing, a thin layer of snow crunching under his tiny paws.

Once a tail-length away from the nursery, the kit planted himself down on his haunches, curling his tail over his front paws. Sitting tall, he watched the near empty camp. The dawn patrol had been sent out before he woke, and there was a soft layer of untouched snow that sat like a blanket over the clan clearing.

The light from the sun, which had nearly reached its highest point, made the snow in the camp glitter like the stars in silverpelt.

The shimmering snow reflected back in the kitten's wide eyes. All in the camp was quiet, except for a slight murmur that came from somewhere around the warriors' den.

From out of nowhere, a loud yowl rang through the clearing. A large, silver tabby apprentice burst through the bracken tunnel.

Following him was a white and ginger tom, and a slimmer brown ticked tabby.

The apprentice had a water vole dangling from his jaws. His voice was muffled by the prey, but despite this, he was carrying on a conversation with the two warriors that was loud enough to be heard across the camp where the kit sat.

The calico cat stifled a frustrated mewl. Not only had the apprentice disturbed the peace in camp, but he'd also stirred up the fresh layer of snow.

The kit could barely even see the returning dawn patrol as he turned back toward the nursery.
"Snakekit! Hey!" The kit's fur stood on end when he heard his name being called from behind him.

He quickly turned to see the apprentice, known as Silverpaw, bounding toward him with the water vole. "Is Patchkit or Tawnyflower awake yet?" The larger tom chirped between the vole in his teeth.

"They're probably awake now," Snakekit retorted, his fur still bristled. He sat up tall, trying to appear big in front of the older cat.

From behind him, Patchkit trotted out of the nursery and passed Snakekit. Silverpaw dropped the water vole, and Patchkit lept to catch the prey before it hit the ground.

Tripping over her paws, she sloppily landed in front of Silverpaw, just a whisker length away from the water vole. She gave a nervous chuckle as she stood and straightened out her fur with a quick lick.

"Thanks!" She mewed, her voice muffled by the vole she'd picked off the ground.

Snakekit watched quietly, keeping to his own. In his opinion, Patchkit was far too ambitious, and would take any opportunity to make a fool out of herself if it were handed to her.

Snakekit stood and followed Patchkit back into the nursery, where Tawnyflower had already awoken.

The fluffy calico she-cat was picking bits of moss stems out of her pelt that had found their way into her fur while she slept.

Snakekit carefully stepped over the edge of the moss bedding, climbing into the nest to sit next to Tawnyflower.

Patchkit had already crouched down next to the nest, chewing at the prey that Silverpaw had brought them to share.

Tawnyflower bent over and nipped Snakekit by the scruff, pulling him between her front paws and licking his head. "Next time, before you leave the nursery, make sure your whiskers are straight and your fur is going the right way."