Destiny (Warrior Cats)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Cherrykit bounded over to her mother, and impatiently paused as she noticed Mallowkit trailing behind.

'Come on, Mallowkit!' She mewed.

'Coming.' Groaned Mallowkit.

Silverfeather purred at her kits.

'Patience, Cherrykit,' She mewed, a hint of laughter in her voice. She curled her tail around Cherrykit, who squealed in protest. 'Don't be in too much of a rush to become a warrior'

'Warrior?!' Snorted Cherrykit. 'I'm gonna be leader! And Mallowkit can be my deputy, right Mallowkit?' Mallowkit hesitated, scuffing her paws on the dry earth. 'Mallowkit?' Cherrykit mewed impatiently.

'Yes, Cherrykit.' Sighed Mallowkit.

'Cherrystar!' Snapped Cherrykit.

'Shhhh' Silverfeather gently hushed the kits. 'You'll wake your brother.'

'Well, why is he always asleep in the first place?!' Growled Cherrykit. 'He'll never be a good warrior like us if he's always sleeping on duty!' Cherrykit glanced at Mallowkit, who turned and fixed her minty green eyes on something else, pretending not to see the meaningful glance.

'He's only little.' Silverfeather softly mewed.

Cherrykit fluffed up her reddish-brown fur. 'He's the same age as us!' She retorted.

Silverfeather sighed and looked at Nightkit, who was curled up against her stomach.

'Enough of that.' She meowed.

The bushes of the nursery's opening rustled, and Silverfeather let out a happy purr at the sight the dusky tabby tom who gently padded inside.

'How are my lovely kits?' The tom fixed his translucent green eyes on Silverfeather.

'We're absolutely great!' Cherrykit chimed raucously. Cherrykit's loud personality never seemed to end. She was selfish and most of all rambunctious, always the one of the family to stir trouble or cause pandemonium in the middle of the night. It was rather strange, as neither of her parents held those traits . If Cherrykit's parents were to argue, it would be in the most passive-aggressive, soft tone until they worked something out together. Their relationship was a pretty harmonious sight. Most of the time.

Oatwhisker turned to look at Mallowkit, crouching down so that his whiskers nearly brushed her face. 'And how about you, Mallowkit?'

Mallowkit looked down at her paws again. 'Great.' She muttered, sounding visibly unenthusiastic. She never really seemed to hide it.

Oatwhisker grinned anyways. 'And where's our little Nightkit?'

Silverfeather uncurled her tail to reveal the tiny black shape of Nightkit against her silver belly fur.

Nightkit was the runt of the three. He was so small at birth, and wasn't expected to make it. His survival was "Nothing short of a miracle", as Sagepelt had put it. In the fact that Nightkit was expected not to make it, he was difficult work for his parents. He constantly needed sleep, and was certainly the most flimsy cat for his age. Only recently had his eyes even opened for the first time.

Nightkit blinked open his opaque milky blue eyes, the white tip of his tail twitching. 'Father...' He murmured drowsily. Oatwhisker touched his nose to Nightkit's, then straightened up. He had been hiding a plump mouse behind his back, but before he could whisk it out to surprise Silverfeather, Cherrykit found it.

'Dad brought a mouse, a huuuuge one!' She disrupted, her eyes wide amber disks at the sight of it. It was almost the same size as her.

Nightkit pricked his ears at the sudden noise, alarmed. Silverfeather rested her tail on his shoulder in assurance.

Oatwhisker stifled a sigh and gave a weak grin. 'Yes, I caught you all a mouse.'

'Thank you.' Purred Silverfeather, nuzzling Oatwhiskers cheek.

Oatwhisker smiled and dipped his head before leaving the den.

Cherrykit leaned over to whisper to Mallowkit 'One day, I'm gonna catch a mouse as big as that, and maybe you are too!'

Mallowkit flicked her ear in acknowledgement, sinking her tiny teeth into the grey fur of the mouse to nibble on it, while Cherrykit tore into the mouse, swallowing huge chunks.

Nightkit, looked up at his mother, who gently nudged him towards the mouse, and Cherrykit gave a loud snort. Everything was a competition to Cherrykit. As far as Cherrykit was concerned, Nightkit was always losing. She never ceased to show how pathetic she thought his efforts were.

Nightkit, aware of Cherrykit's so called "competitions", narrowed his eyes and tried to take Cherrykit bite for bite, but his stomach moaned in protest, and Nightkit stumbled blindly backwards, ever so conveniently into Cherrykit, who shoved him so he splayed on the ground, trying not to mewl in hurt in front of her.

Sliverfeather lightly whipped her tail against Cherrykit's flank, and when Cherrykit looked up to meet her mother's blue gaze, she could see a stern warning glowing in them.

What?! She thought. He's supposed to be a warrior. Warriors are supposed to always be prepared.

She flicked her gaze over to Nightkit, who was being roughly licked by Silverfeather, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Pitiful.

Mallowkit padded over to lay down next to him, a glare fixed on Cherrykit.

Mallowkit! Cherrykit thought indignantly. You of all cats should've known I was doing the right thing!

Silverfeather beckoned Cherrykit with her tail, and Cherrykit loped over sulkily beside Mallowkit. She closed her eyes slowly. I guess they're all jealous because they know I'm gonna be the BEST warrior.

Hope you liked it so far! Needs editing here and there, but meh, I'll get to it :D I love all you guys who are reading/have read this, you guys are THE BEST :D see you next chapter~ also sorry if it's short, I just keep on rolling 😉