Half-Clan

Chapter One

          Feathershine looked down at her two newborn daughters. One had her ginger-and-white fur, and the other was a dark tabby. One had her golden eyes, the other had the father's black eyes...And hopefully not his matching heart.

         "They're beautiful," purred Icefur, smiling. "Have you decided on names?"

          "Yes," meowed Feathershine. "The ginger one is Lightkit, and the dark tabby- where'd she go?" She twisted her head and saw the dark-furred kit attacking a tendril sticking out of the nursery wall.

           Icefur laughed. "She's a warrior, and she knows it," he meowed in amusement.

           "Her name is Shadowkit," meowed Feathershine.

           Lightkit was in her mother's curve, observing a leaf, while Shadowkit was chasing a beetle blindly around the den. Their father would be so proud of him... Feathershine shook the thought from her head. These were her kits, and hers alone. She would raise them with not a mention of their father, who the kits would never know.

           Lightkit wailed, and Feathershine realized she had unsheathed her claws. She quickly sheathed them, and nuzzled Lightkit. "It's ok, little one, I'm right here," she murmured soothingly.

           Shadowkit eventually grew weary, and curled up, her muzzle resting on her sister's back. Feathershine smiled and curled more tightly around them. They're perfect, Feathershine thought, If only their blood was the same...