Warriors: 9 Lives of TERROR

Fifteen- Is that a scream that I can hear? I really love the scent of fear

Chapter Fifteen 

It was a few days after the Gathering, and Froststar had been "discussing" what to do about ShadowClan with his supporters. Of course he already knew what he was going to do. Make them feel important, it will benefit you in the end, Sageweed had said.

It was also the second day his kits left the nursery. On the first day, they spent the entire time trailing after the apprentices and exploring. Now, they were sitting under a shady bush in the camp and Froststar was teaching them about the different types of prey while Mistfeather rested.

"What's this?" Dawnkit asked, prodding a robin with her paw.

"That is a robin," Froststar answered.

"Why does it look different then the mouse?" Sprucekit asked, stroking the feathers with his paws and then petting the mouse's fur.

"Because it just is," Darkkit murmured sleepily.

"Shush," Tigerkit whispered, batting at him with her paw. They began to play-fight, rolling around in the dirt. Froststar sighed. Kits got distracted very easily. Tigerkit and Darkkit noticed Froststar glaring at them, and quickly broke apart.

"Do you kits know what this is?" Froststar pointed to a pigeon. The kits shook their heads. "Is it a type of bird or rodent?" he asked.

"Bird, because it has feathers," Dawnkit said.

"Very good," Froststar purred. "This is a pigeon."

"Like Pigeonwing," Tigerkit said, only half-paying attention. She was crouching, getting ready to pounce on an ant.

"Yes, that's what he was named after," Froststar said. Darkkit pounced on Tigerkit before she could get to the ant, his tiredness forgotten. When he turned back to his two other kits, Dawnkit was grooming her fur and Sprucekit was stroking his small piece of spruce branch. He was obsessed with the fact that he was named after a plant, and began asking so many questions Froststar had to bring him to the medicine cat's den and show him everything. That meant he also had to promise Dawnkit to show her the dawn sky, Darkkit the dark (even though he clearly already knew what that was), and promise to tell Tigerkit the story of TigerClan.

"Hey, where'd all the prey go?" Mossypelt yowled. Froststar slipped out from under the bush.

"Sorry, Mossypelt! I was teaching my kits," he said.

"That's all right," he chuckled good-heartedly. Mossypelt helped him put the prey back, and Froststar was about to say something to his kits when he caught a scent on the breeze.

"Quick, kits! Get back in the nursery," he snapped.

"Aw, why?" Darkkit complained.

"Just do what I say," he growled, making all four of his kits quickly scamper into the nursery. Just as they did, a patrol burst into camp. Froststar quickly bounded over. "What is it?" he asked.

Fernclaw was leading the patrol. He was holding a reddish-brown she-kit with yellow eyes. "Put me down you piece of fox-dung," she spat. Fernclaw dropped her. She immediately stood up and shook out her fur and glared up at Froststar. "What do you want," she stated more than asked. Froststar ignored her and raised the muscles above his eye, indicating Fernclaw to explain.

"I found her wandering around our territory," Fernclaw said. Froststar crouched down so he was eye-level with the kit.

"What were you doing in ThunderClan territory?" Froststar asked.

"Are doing, since I'm still here," the she-kit corrected. "And because ShadowClan is boring, mouse-brain!" Froststar let out a huff of laughter. He liked the she-kit's fiery attitude.