Deep Blue Eyes-- a warriors fanfic (completed story!)

Chapter 3

Poppykit crouched down, her tail lashing against the ground. Leaves stirred up and fell into place. Her target was just ahead, a curled ball of white fluff. Poppykit sprang forward and laid her paw on her brother’s flank.

“Got you, Snowkit!” Poppykit yowled. She saw her brother playfully open up his dark amber eyes and heard him purr.

“Well, that’s one more point for you.” He drew himself up. “I always have to take a nap.”

Poppykit purred. She loved her brother.

Snowkit’s eyes sparkled. “C’mon, let’s go outside.” He got up and peered around the boulder that sheltered the nursery. Poppykit peeked out behind him.

“Should we go ask the Elders for a story?” Poppykit chirped, dancing around Snowkit. “I want to hear about the Great Battle again!”

Snowkit purred. “Let’s go then!” He started off, but then his eyes flashed.

Streamkit, Dawnkit, and Fuzzykit were marching near the nursery. Dawnkit appeared to be leading the way, her fluffy dark blue tail raised. Streamkit trailed behind Dawnkit, while Fuzzykit bounced around sniffing the reeds with her dark brown tabby tail held high and straight. Streamkit bounced over to Snowkit.

“H-hi Snowkit! We’re going to the Elders Den to hear a story, do you want to come with us?” Streamkit babbled, and Fuzzykit took a step back.

“Sure! We were going to go there anyways.” Snowkit spun around and headed straight towards the Elders Den.

Streamkit walked next to Poppykit. “You’re so lucky to have Snowkit as a brother. I wish I could have him as a brother!” Streamkit paused. “No wait, I’m fine with him not being my brother.” She giggled.

Poppykit saw Fuzzykit sigh in annoyance.

The five kits scrambled into the Elders Den, their tails held high and excitement lighting their eyes. They settled down on the soft moss beds, gazing up at the three Elders.

The Elders exchanged a glance nervously. “How should we deal with them?” Prickletail purred.

Willowheart purred, and settled down in her nest. “Now kits- do you want to hear a story about the Great Battle?”

The kits bounced up and down excitedly. “Yes, yes, yes!” Fuzzykit purred.

Willowheart took a deep breath. “Now, where should we begin? Oh yes, with the Dark Forest.

“The Dark Forest was the place where all evil cats went when they died. The Dark Forest began to recruit cats from all four clans, telling them they would serve their clan well.” Willowheart paused. “There were three cats with the power of the stars in their paws. Strange as it seems, they were from ThunderClan.” The kits gagged with disgust. Such powerful cats didn’t deserve to belong to ThunderClan. “Their names were Lionblaze, Jayfeather, and Dovewing.”

“What did they do?” Poppykit chirped.

Prickletail scoffed. “What did they do? They had powers. Lionblaze couldn’t be defeated in battle.”

Poppykit imagined a brave warrior, pelt shining, leaping bravely into battle with all other three clans and not getting a single scratch on him.

Prickletail continued, “Jayfeather could walk into the dreams of other cats,”

Poppykit imagined a moody medicine cat, grumbling and walking in her dream.

“And…” Prickletail paused. “I have forgotten what Dovewing’s power was.”