Slaight 3: Echo's Call

Chapter 12

(Owlkit, Firekit, and Lakestripe above)

Flint's pov

I follow Timberfang to another she-cat, her body curled around three small bodies, my ear flicks left as Owlkit ran out into the open, soon followed by Firekit and Lakestripe. My ear flicks out of amusement as Owlkit trips over Deerkit who growls at him. "I swear we can't go one day without you being annoying!" Deerkit meows, Shellkit nods as they glare at their brother. "Not my fault your asleep in the middle of the clearing" Owlkit meows, he smiles at me and i pad over to his side. "Toms!" Shellkit squeaks, turning on her side and curling deeper into Smokeheart, Archnose pads over and smiles at us. "And what's going on over here?" he asks, green eyes soft as they land on Owlkit. "Nothing!" Owlkit meows to his father. Shellkit lets out a hiss of disagreement and i stick my tongue out at the white she-cat, her amber eyes glared into my hazel ones. "Good, last thing we need is more whining kits" a tom meows, padding by us. I glare as he walked away but brightened when Littlepool pads over, she licks my head and i back away giggling. "Stop!" i laugh as she playfully nudges me onto my back. "Littlepool" Littlepool looks up, her gaze hardening when seeing Timberfang. "Timberfang, what are you ding here? With my son?" she asks, pushing me behind her with her tail, who? Is he dangerous? "He's my son too" Timberfang growls. "Not on my watch he isn't, he's rightfully a Shineclan cat, you can see it in his eyes, desire to jump and climb rocks" Timberfang growls. "That's not it at all, he wants to run and be free in the fields!" Owlkit nudges me with a confused look, i shrug as we continue to listen. "Just let him have his father" Timberfang commanded. "He needs his mother!" Littlepool argued, i feel my ears flatten against my head, my fur feeling warm. "Don't you dare do the same thing you did to Mothkit" Littlepool warned. "Mothkit was dying, her eyes were faded and she was in pain, i had no choice!" Timberfang hissed, who's Mothkit? "You killed his only sister!" "Then why doesn't he join her!" before any of them could continue to fight a sound pierced the now quiet clearing. Everyone turned as huge, grey dogs barged into the temporary camp, i felt me and Owlkit get picked up and carried into a bush, laid beside Ivyfall and her kits, she curled around all eleven of us kits. I peaked around her tail and watched in horror as half our warriors were torn to pieces, bit and ripped apart, i felt like crying as i watched bodies drop.

Frostwing

Clovermist

Tawnywatcher

Fawnpatch

Rusket

but what made my heart drop the most, was watcher the dead bodies of a tabby with white fire like patters on left shoulder and white patch on back legs, nose, and right ear, and green eyes, and a light orange she-cat with a extra small tail and blue eyes, drop to the floor, dead, Littlepool.... Timberfang! I escape Ivyfall and run to their sides, burying my nose in their fur. I wasn't looking up so when i did i was surprised to be met with the over-sized dog's mouth shutting down on my head, i screech out in pain but blood seems to have clogged my mouth. I felt it shake its head, me dangling from its mouth, it let me go mid air, i looked past my blood and screeched out, some cats stopped and noticed me, horror covered some of their faces and others had tears in their eyes at the sight of me. I screech as i lad back in its mouth, this time it bit into my back, my cried were drowned by its growling as warriors began to attach it, i began to close my eyes, pain over-taking my body, but a voice made me open them again. "Not yet Flintkit..hold on a bit longer" i spotted the flying spirit of a red-brown she-kit with golden eyes, she smiled at me. I felt myself drop to the ground as the dog missed catching me, i wasn't focused on anything around me anymore, just the she-kit who seemed to be holding onto me. She reached her paw out to me and i take it, i close my eyes and open them to be in a field, the she-cat smiles at me. "We're... home" she meows, almost as if she wasn't quite sure. I turn to see Littlepool and Timberfang, along with everyone else in the battle. "We're, dead, aren't we" i ask, tears in my eyes. "They are... we aren't.... we'll be back....... just like.. Rain" the she-kit meows, tail pointed to my parents. "What's your name? And why do you talk like that?" i ask, facing her. "Never, learned.... Wasn't given chance.... unlike Slaight... i'm. Moth" she meows, her golden eyes focus on me. "As in my sister? Mothkit right?" she nods. "But just... Moth, not.... Mothkit..... Moth, and your.... Flint" she meows, i smile. "I like your fur, it matches mine" i meow, she smiles. "We'll have different fur on the other side" she meows normally now, less... distant. "What do you mean? Rain or whoever he is probably got their old fur color" she nods. "Not us, we're a different part of this prophesy" i nod slowly. "Come on, we have work" she stands and i follow her.