Suddenly a yowl erupted from the nursery. Brightshine. Maybe I can use this... Morningstar thought to herself, getting up. She trotted over, fidgeting impatiently outside the tightly woven bracken walls of the nursery. When Fallingfeather, who had volunteered to help his sister with her kitting, finally emerged, she pushed eagerly through, her eyes wide and bright with anticipation.
Brightshine was laying in her messy nest, with three tiny kits at her belly. She gently stroked them, purring in a low, sedated tone. "Aren't they perfect?" She breathed.
The two tiny she kits that were laying on either side of their brother were much bigger. One was almost pure white, fuzzy, and strong, with an orange striped tail almost like a lemur. She studied the she-kit for imperfections.
The second girl was a dappled tortoiseshell, with neat, short fur, and a messy, fuzzy tail. She let out a mewl as Morningstar nosed her, checking for any crippled limbs and disabilities.
The third was a sad looking tom, with black paws and a black and white swirled pelt. He was much smaller than his sisters, and still curled up in the fetal position. She nosed him, and he made a tiny squeak, as if he wanted to protest, but he was much to tired. She looked at Brightshine, who had curled her tail tighter around her kits, staring warily at Morningstar.
"Don't lay a claw on them." She growled, staring straight in Morningstar's eyes. Her single eye was hard and cold as stone. But that didn't phase her at all. She smirked.
"Let me see, what's the little tom's name?" She said in a mocking tone. She took a paw and hooked his tiny feeble scruff on her claws, dangling him just out of Brightshine's reach. She yowled and made a grab for him, but Morningstar pulled him out of her range a second before she closed her paw around him.
"Tsk tsk tsk," she cooed to the desperate queen. "Come outside, dear, I'd like to show you something! Fishpaw, Heronpaw?" She called the apprentices to her side.
"Yes, Morningstar?" Fishpaw asked her mentor. Heronpaw just watched nervously.
"Bring Brightshine outside please." She ordered coldly and brought the tiny tom out to the middle of the clearing. Brightshine let out anguished wails that faded slightly through the muffling walls of the nursery as Morningstar slid out.
"DewClan!" She called flatly. She threw the tom on the ground in front of Brightshine. The cats had gathered by now, staring in confusion at Morningstar. "This kit is weak! These are the new rules of DewClan, the rules that we must have in order to make us strong. In order to not have any... Rebellions," Morningstar began. She went up to Brightshine's face, thrusting her muzzle in her face.
"Kill the kit."
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Morningstar's Reign (book 3)
FanfictionMorningshine always felt like a mess up. A fail, an unloved, unwanted piece of trash. She was pushed around, and scolded to no end. Until Mapleshade came. Mapleshade, her savior, her praise, her mother when she had no mother. She loved her, and ch...
