Breezestar's Mistake

Chapter Four

Breezestar woke up, breathing quickly. He found himself next to Foxtail. She looked worried, as if he tripped over a branch again. "You weren't breathing, we thought you were dead," she mewed, beginning to relieve. "We?" He looked over his shoulder. Nightshade was right there.

"But how?" He gasped in shock. Foxtail stopped fluffing her tail next to Nightshade, and revealed a big scratch beneath her neck. "One of the warriors challenged her and she-" Foxtail was cut off by Breezestar's screeches of horror. This must be the punishment, by why would she do this?! He thought. "She was sitting aside the river, I came over and she said she was looking for you. And then we talked a little bit, and she said she was expecting your kits." Breezestar looked behind him. "So she's dead?" He hissed. She said no, as hoped. "She's asleep, though she has huge scratch near her neck. She also had your kits, and would like you to name them." He straightened his fur again, and stood up. The stony ground hurt his back mildly. He looked down at the newly born kits. He pointed to the black tom. "Stormkit." Then he gestured to the white she-cat. "Snowkit." He glanced back at the gray she-cat. "Nightkit," he purred.

Nightshade yawned and woke up. Breezestar hovered over her. "I got the names!" He said smiling. "Stormkit, Snowkit, and Nightkit." This must not be the punishment Fuzzytail speaks of. She purred and got up to her paws. She looked down at the newborn kits. "They're beautiful," she sighed happily. She curled her tail around them and sat back down, along with Breezestar. "Breezestar, you know this is still against the warrior code." Breezestar looked back. Foxtail was twitching her tail furiously. "There must be exceptions, we're not ThunderClan. Nor are we any of those clans. We are Breezeclan." He glanced back down at his kits proudly. Foxtail sighed and walked away. "I guess I need an apprentince..."

Breezestar jumped upon the stone proudly. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around for a clan meeting." Badgerfang, Froghop, Smallstep, Foxtail, and Nightshade peeked out of their dens. Nightshade kept where she was, while the others went ahead to the mossy area. "We have three newborn, healthy kits," he said, his chest swelling with pride. "We also have a few apprentices about to become warriors, and another announcement." He gestured the two apprentices, Rabbitpaw and Whitepaw, to step up to the stone. They smiled as they looked upon their clan leaders. "Rabbitpaw, you trained well and you are ready to become a warrior. Will you accept?" "I will," Rabbitpaw replied. "From now on, you will be known as Rabbittail. The clan is honored to take you as a newly named warrior. Whitepaw, you have also trained well. It is time you become a warrior yourself. You have trained well. Will you accept the life of a warrior?" He nodded and fluffed his chest out. "Of course." "You will now be known as Whitefur. Breezeclan honors your courage and independence." The clan shouted out their new names.