RisenClan Book Two: Evermore

Epilogue Part Two

Two moon cycles have passed quickly since Soaringpaw had gone and saved the kits stolen from CoastClan. Soaringdream could not be more pleased that he had come so far after just being a kittypet. Now he was laying beside his love, Sketchypaw in the forest beneath an oak tree. The snow was just starting to melt and the first signs of spring were emerging quickly. Time went by as fast as the river had flown and he had since found out that his adopted mother, Sparrowstep, was pregnant with Robbinripple's second litter. She was already growing heavy with them and in only a few moon cycles he would have little siblings running around.

"How do you feel about that?" Sketchypaw asked him as they snuggled in the privacy of the forest.

"About her having more kits?" Soaringdream asked, looking down at her.

"Yes."

Soaringdream was hoping it would fill the holes that pierced his heart of losing his sister, his leader, and failing to bring and keep all of Hallowstorms' litter home. Of course, he would never admit that to Sketchypaw. "I'm excited." The deaths had brought all his siblings closer and more would fill his heart. His bond with Finchruin had strengthened the most in-between the deaths. He had been close to Ruinstar just as Soaringdream had been. Soon, her litter, the beautiful kits she had left here before going to StarClan, would become apprentices. Part of Soaringdream was sad that he was certain he would be unable to apprentice any of them because he was training Sketchypaw. Although, he was grateful that he was training one of the many loves of his life, Sketchypaw.

Soaringpaw recalled the conversation he had had just after Ruinstar's litter had been born and just before he saw them for the first time. Risenspirit had told Soaringpaw that Ruinstar wanted him to see the kits tonight 'You two are attached,' he had said. 'No her and Finchpaw are attached, her and I are close.' He wondered if he still believed that that was all it was, closeness? Or if him and Ruinstar had shared a bond ever since she had picked him up as a sick kitten and carried him all the way back to the clan. Now, it was amazing seeing her kits come into their personalities. He loved them all the same, but he had special bonds with Sweptkit, it was all in the way the soft kitten carried herself. She was agile, kind, and very brave. A spitting image of her mother in looks and personality, and of course there was the only tom, Grantedkit. He was a tiny thing like Soaringdream had been as a kit. His fur was pale with black speckles, unique, just like his personality. He was wild and adventurous. Often getting himself into trouble. They were all beautiful just as she had been.

"Do you want kits of your own someday?" She asked, pulling Soaringdream out of deep thought.

He glanced back at her and smiled. "Of course, Sketchypaw." He purred, rasping his tongue over her ear.

She looked down at her paws nervously. "Me too."

"Is something bothering you, Sketchypaw? You can tell me anything, you know that." Soaringdream looked sincere down at her.

"I just don't think I will be able to train anymore, Soaringdream."

Soaringdream was taken aback, didn't she wish to be a warrior? "Why do you say that?"

Sketchypaw sat up slowly and stared down at her belly and then up at Soaringdream. "I think I am carrying our kits." She sounded unsure, but not scared.

"Our kits?" He asked, his eyes drooping open a little further. His world would be changing forever with that statement.

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I really hoped you enjoyed reading my story! Thank you for the support and love. I will start plans for book three right away! Love you guys, my warriors.