HeronFlight's Mistake

So YOUR the deputy's kit?

"Thats the last one,"  That was the first thing to tiny russet kit heard next to his own cries of hunger and fear. A small group had gathered in the stone den in the minutes before he had arrived along with a small, grey bundle whom was tucked protectively in the curve of a much larger cat with fur as white as snow. Beyond her, a larger male sat, seeming to fill the entire right wall as he gazed at the two small kits lovingly. A family at last. 

"Darkpelt let Snowpelt rest she's tired. Delivering two kits, both of whom were born in incorrect positions, is no walk in the park,"  There was the voice again, belonging to a cat crouched over the snowy queen. The male, Darkpelt, simply scoffed. 

"Spare us a few minutes Echowhisker we haven't even named them," Darkpelt bit back as he moved out of the shadows to sit closer to Snowpelt and the two kits. Now, in the light, his fur looked more grey rather then black. The other male, a black male, simply sighed before dismissing himself from the den. With his departure the only smell left was milk and the small russet bundle teetered toward it, his eyes still closed and his paws to small to carry him.  

"Oh their beautiful," Darkpelt breathed, his voice quiet and tender but raw with emotion and pride. The small male stuck out a paw to feel his way to his mother's stomach before settling down with  his head pressed to her soft fur. beside him, the little grey bundle squeaked and moved closer to him before letting out a shallow series of purrs. 

"Well, I still like Blossomkit for the girl. She's so small and fluffy it just suits her," the snowy queen spoke for the first time since Echowhisker had left, feeling much more exhausted then she'd hoped she would be. She'd wanted to be fully alert when naming her kits but that was not the case. 

"Blossomkit," the darker tom repeated, pressing his muzzle lightly into the grey shecat's fur as he mumbled her name repeatedly until the little kit was trembling with purrs. A chuckle escaped the two parents as they turned their attention to the runt-sized tom kit beside Blossomkit.  the tom was somewhat of a mystery with his vivid red fur and stood out greatly against his sister's grey pelt, mother's white pelt and father's grey. The two parents looked between each other, at a loss for names. They male name they had planned  was Pantherkit but that name would not suit the kit before them. 

"What about Sparkkit?" The snowy queen suggested, ignoring the drowsy feeling as it tugged at her eyelids soothingly. Darkpelt wrinkled his nose, shaking his head with a halfhearted sigh. 

"Just name the bloody kit Heronkit,"  A deep voice spoke up now, alterting both the warriors. in the doorway stood  a large, hazey looking male. His voice was cold, as if frozen full of malice and with him he brought a feeling of darkness and death. Darkpelt's hackles raised at the visiter, his scent robbing the den of the milk scent and replacing it with the matlic tang of blood mixed with the sharp, bitter armoa of spruce bark. His emerald green optics glittered with undeniable edgerness and excitment that sent a shiver through the snowy queen. He was the definition of a nightmare brought to life. 

"Why would we listen to you," Darkpelt replied angrly, attempting to approuch the male but his size only seemed to grow larger, like a shadow causing Darkpelt to move back. Him, his mate, Blossomkit and his son were trapped with the only exit blocked by the shadow cat with green eyes. 

"Because there was a prophocey stated many years ago, when I was alive, that A russet light shall shine through the shade when the Heron cries. No russet kits how been born in this starclan forsaken clan in many moons and trust me, I have been watching so either name him Heronkit or await for his name to be changed," the male bellowed in return, approuching the male kit. 

"GET BACK!" the snowy queen screeched, his claws raking across the large tom's muzzle but the gashes, deep and painful, disappated within heartbeats. He was untouchable. The queen gasped, sweeping her tail around Blossomkit and she, her kit and her mate moved back leaving the tiny tom at the mercy of the shadow cat. 

"Great now that we've established that, I can get on and fufil my job," The male smirked, his voice more a growl then normal dialect and so laced with deep Irish it was almost impossible to understand him. He lowered his massive head to the small brute's flank. 

"Heronkit, Heronkit, Heronkit," he mummbled quietly, in the same manner that Darkpelt had done to Blossomkit until the tiny tom was shaking with purrs. The small tom, now named Heronkit, had accepted the name and the male stepped back, a lopsided grin overtaking his features in a chilling way. 

"There. Was that so hard?" he spat at the cowering family as he began to fade, den rentering the den as his scent faded and the family crept forward to Heronkit, fear ever so clear in their eyes. They feared him and he wasn't even one moon old. He had been named and claimed by the darkness far before he could be exposed to the light. 

"H-Hello Heronkit," the snowy queen whispered, moving the runt to her stomach beside Blossomkit who shrank away from her brother. Darkpelt rose stiffly to his legs, sparing Blossomkit a loving glance without even looking toward the russet kit and exited without a word. On this day Shadeclan celebrated the birth of two kits but what they didn't mourn, was the posining on one of them.