Frostwing's Decision--On Hold

Chapter 1: When It's Time

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"I know, but- Oh, look, she's awake!" murmered Moonshade excitedly.

Iblinked open my eyes, looking at my brother and sisters. Then I glanced up at my mother, watching her bright green eyes sparkle with so much pride as she smiled down at me.

"Hello, little blue eyes. Finally waking up, I see?" breathed my mother, a grin of content evident on her soft face.

"Mmmm..." I snuggled closer to her warm body, burying myself in her fur. Looking over at another small bundle, I asked, "When will Stonekit wake up? I want to play with him."

"When it's time, blue eyes." She watched my brother's sleeping form, then licked him affectionately. "When it's time."

My mother turned back to Applefrost, resuming their conversation. I glance at Stormkit, Applefrost's little one, as she started to wake up. Then her eyes opened, revealing dazzling golden orbs, shining in the bright, morning sun. She looked around, her energetic eyes falling on me. 

"Hey, Streamkit! Want to go play? I know a good hiding place!" she whispered.

Checking that our mothers weren't watching, I agreed and we both darted out of the nursery.

Glaring yellow sunlight greeted our eyes as we pitter- pattered quickly to Stormkit's new hiding place. We passed a large bush before coming to an old, rotten log, seemingly big enough to fit the whole nursery. Stormkit ran through the log and disappeared, waiting for me. Excited, I bounced in, surveying the inside.

"Wow! This is awesome! Ho'd you find it, Stormkit?" I questioned her, again glancing around our new- found fort.

"Oh, I just noticed it. Wanna play?"

I answered her with a leap, pouncing quickly upon her. We both rolled out of the log, giving our best growls, and trying in general to act fierce. Finally we tackled each other, rolling over into a bush, only to crash into someone with a dull thud. Instantly stopping our game, we both looked up. There, as a tall as a mountain, stood a tom, covered in a thick coat of pitch black fur with grey spots.

"Hello, little warriors. Having fun?" He grinned wide, displaying two rows of deadly sharp teeth.

Stormkit screamed and we both dashed as fast as we could on our tiny feet out of the bush. Several napping cats, hearing the scream, lumbered sleepily out of their dens, awoken by the racket. After a few seconds, warning yowls ripped the air as more cats spotted the massive tom. We ran into another cat, and just narrowly missed his swiping clawas when an Iceclan warrior stepped up to intercept him.

Greypelt. My father.

"Graypelt, I don't understand! What's-"

"Run to your mother, Streamkit! She's in the nursery with your siblings. Hurry, get out of here!"

Without a second's hesitation, I led Stormkit through a maze of screeching warriors, dashing over to the nursery. Squeezing behind screeching Thunderpelt and Goldenpaw, I popped into the small opening. Moonshade stood in one corner, trying to usher my littermates out of a small hole in the nursery wall. Her eyes shone with bravery and strength, but muscles tensed with tired wariness, and every hair on her sleek pelt stood up. Suddenly glancing up to check the main entrance, her eyes fell on my small shape. 

"Streamkit! Oh,  you're safe!" She covered my head with furious licks, then realized the danger of the situation once again.  "Hurry, lead your siblings out of the nursery; I'll be right behind you. Now go!"

Surprised by my mother's tone of voice and unable to understand the danger, I gently pushed the small lumps of fur out of the window, my mother carrying the youngest, Sparklekit, by the scruff. I attempted to keep my sibling together, taking them as fast as possible across the bloodied battlefield. Half way across, I heard the scream of a familiar voice, but kept going, for fear I would lose my small herd. At the edge of the camp, which met with a small forest, I dared to glance back towards my mother. Where was she? Panic streaming through my body, I ran back, my siblings mewling behind my as they tried to follow. Then I saw her. 

She lay unmoving in the reeds, the cool water flowing calmly over her red- stained fur. A long gash had ripped open her side. Her head bobbed slowly in the river. Shocked, I collapsed down beside her, laying on her still smooth fur. Three more balls of fur came mewling piteously beside her, sensing something to be wrong.

"Moonshade!" I gasped out in my small voice. "Come on; we have to go, or we'll never get away!" I tugged pleadingly on her paw. "Please!"

Her eyes blinked slowly open, and she barely lifted her head. 

"Go, blue eyes. I'm not... coming this time."

Closing my mind to those words, I asked, "Where's Greypelt? Is he coming with me?" 

"No, little one. You must go alone. I'm-" she gasped weakly for the air she couldn't breath, "-sorry."

"But, but..." I stuttered, somehow old enough to see where the conversation was leading. "When are you coming, mother? When will I see you again?"

She smiled up at me sadly. "When it's time blue eyes. When it's time." Then she left me.

"What's Moonshade doing, Streamkit?" Whitekit stood on his thin, little legs, staring at me questioningly with his big grey eyes. I turned back toward the forest, shaking my head. 

"She's just sleeping, Whitekit. She'll," my voice cracked as I spoke, "wake up when it's time. Let's go."

I led the way through the forest, crying my heart out as I walked, half ran, with my littermates. Finally, too tired to go on, the three small bundles of fur huddled together beside a large rock. I joined them, closing my eyes and letting the overwhelming blackness take over.

When it's time, she said. When it's time.