Short Warrior Cat Stories

" Paitence "

    “Paitence, little one” called a soothing voice.

    A young kit came racing through the forest, weaving out of the way of thin trees, leaping over roots that stuck out of the ground. He occasionally stopped and looked behind him, settling his gaze on an older feline that slowly followed after him.

   The white queen caught up with her kit for a few moments before he bounded off again. She watched him and followed in his paw steps, sighing at the seemingly endless amount of energy that the bundle of fluff had.

   A loud roar rumbled in the distance as the beautiful she-cat padded after her kit.

  She stopped in her tracks. Her eyes flashed in horror. She gasped.

   The small grey kit was on the edge of the thunderpath, an innocent smile plastered on his face. He waved his tail playfully and darted across the hard surface, unknowing of the danger he had just put himself in.

   The distant roar became louder and louder as a monster dashed towards the kit, who immediately stopped in his tracks.

   With a terrified yowl, the queen dashed across the thunderpath, towards her frozen kit. She grasped the kit by the scruff and flung him ahead, towards the edge of ShadowClan's territory. Not flinching, the monster knocked the queen out of its path.

   “Snowlily! Mama!” screeched the kit, as he bounded towards the injured queen. Blood was pouring out of the wound on her side and her eyes flickered, going dull. The kit curled up next to her, violently shaking as tears dropped onto the floor. Her blood stained his coat, but he didn't care, he wanted nothing more than his mother, Snowlily, to get up and scold him for being so reckless. Instead, she lay there, her breathing becoming less frequent.

   Gasping with the effort, Snowlily lifted her head to look at the kit. She breathed some words before her head fell lifelessly to the ground.

   “Paitence my kit…”