Warriors Fanfiction: Super Edition-Owlflight's Path

Chapter Twenty-Seven

For a fortnight after the death of her mate, Owlflight left her den only to eat, drink, and visit the dirtplace. It was only when Owlflight got sick for the first time did Ravenleaf and Buzzardwing drag her from the den.

"I don't want to leave the den!" She hissed, fighting against them. Her sister and friend glared.

"You're getting den sick!!" Buzzardwing exclaimed, her snowy pelt bristling with indignation. "Please, come eat and share tongues with us tonight... your camp mates miss you. You should see how big the kits have grown!" Buzzardwing's voice was warm with fondness. "I'm hoping Duskstar will find time to visit us when it comes time for the kits to be apprenticed— I hope to mentor one!"

Owlflight felt a flash of warmth for her friend, but her eyes hollowed at the mention of kits.. Rowanoak and she would never have them.

"You'd be a wonderful mentor, Buzzardwing," Owlflight whispered, her eyes dim and tail drooping. She was heartbroken all over again at the lost future she and Rowanoak had planned. They'd never be mentors together, never raise their own kits... Owlflight felt her breath stutter as her eyes filled with fresh tears and she swayed. She nearly collapsed before she felt Buzzardwing brush into her side.

"It's okay to be sad, but don't be so sad that you forget the happiness you two had.. Rowanoak wouldn't have wanted that." Her friend's voice was soft, but firm with conviction. It was the first thing that made sense to Owlflight in days. She met Buzzardwing's blue gaze with her own glossy soft green one.

"Thank you," she whispered ardently, her voice thick with emotion. Buzzing smiled, brushing Owlflight's side with a comforting swish of her tail before leading them to the prey pile.

As she neared the prey pile, she was greeted by an excited Bloompaw.

"Owlflight you're up!" She mewed gleefully, her whiskers twitching excitedly. "Guess what? Oakcharge is going to speak with Duskstar about my assessment so I can have a warrior name like you!" Her tail tip flicked wildly with excitement. Owlflight smiled warmly.

"I'm glad to hear, Bloompaw, you'll make an excellent warrior. Just be sure not to bother Duskstar too much, he's been very kind to give us names and help, I don't want him to think we are taking advantage of him."

"I'll make sure to thank him," Bloompaw purred, rubbing alongside Owlflight, before dashing towards the camp entrance. "I gotta meet Oakcharge to hunt! See you later!" She yowled. Ravenleaf shook her head.

"She's too energetic," she muttered. Owlflight smiled softly.

"That's a good thing. We need young, energetic cats. She'll be a good warrior, even if she has no Clan..." Owlflight looked down, hopelessness filling her. Buzzardwing glanced at Ravenleaf before touching Owlflight's shoulder with her tail.

"StarClan will send a sign, Owlflight. Don't lose hope. If we continue to hold them in our hearts, and prove to them we are worth being a Clan, they will come," the snowy warrior said with certainty from beside Ravenleaf, who was eating a sparrow. Owlflight nodded, taking a calming breath before grabbing a plump vole.

As they ate, the she cats shared tongues, catching up. Owlflight felt happy for the first time in days, talking with her sister and friend. As she finished her vole, she reached for a mouse, still hungry. Ravenleaf frowned.

"More? That vole should've filled you enough to hunt before taking more prey," she scolded. Owlflight glared.

"I've hardly eaten, if you remember. And you don't need to remind me of the code, I know it well, thank you." Owlflight said icily. Ravenleaf narrowed her eyes and Buzzardwing stood.

"Hey now, no need to fight. Leaf-bare is still far off and there's plenty of prey," The she cat said uneasily, but with forced cheer. Owlflight sighed, putting the mouse back.

"It's fine, I'm not hungry anymore," she muttered, feeling a bit queasy. Ravenleaf rolled her eyes before trotting off, and Buzzardwing's tail drooped dejectedly before perking up once more with a sudden thought.

"Come on! Let's go see the kits, that'll cheer you up," she said, then leaned in and whispered, "and you can bring the mouse, I won't tell!" She smirked with a playful wink. Owlflight rolled her eyes before picking the mouse up and following the white warrior to the Nursery.

Outside the hollow thicket, Sparrowlight lay in the sun-high sunshine, her kits playing around her. At three moons old, the two toms and she kit were curious, adventurous and— like all
kits— constantly up to no good.

"Come back here Dewkit!" Spiderkit, the silver and black she kit, growled. Her brother Dewkit, a smokey gray tom kit, stuck his tongue out at her from behind Sparrowlight. The queen scowled irritably.

"Stop misbehaving, Spiderkit, the warriors are here you naughty thing!" She chided. Spiderkit cast a sweet glance to her, blinking deviously.

"Sorry Mama, I was just trying to show Dewkit how to pounce properly," she smiled, her tail curling around her. Sparrowlight narrowed her eyes but Buzzardwing smiled.

"Well, it's best you don't start teaching a cat by pouncing on them," she mewed cheerily, "Try by pouncing on me!" She crouched and Spiderkit squealed in delight. Dewkit perked his ears happily, trotting over as his brother Frecklekit ran up to Owlflight.

"Can you show me how to hunt?" He blinked kindly, his gray freckled coat glimmering in the sun. Owlflight smiled, about to show him a hunting crouch when a voice stopped her.

"What in StarClan's name do you think you're doing?" A surly voice snapped irritably. Owlflight turned to see a very cross Icepool stalking towards her, a bundle of herbs tucked under her chin.

"I'm showing Frecklekit a hunting crouch," she replied, confusion in her voice. "Kits can learn at this age, I don't see the issue..." She quieted at Icepool's cold glare.

"Of course you don't! You she cats never seem to see the problem, even when it's so blatantly obvious. You should be resting, not overworking yourself to play with a kit!" The medicine growled snappily. Owlflight folded back her ears.

"I've rested for days, I'm sure a little crouching wouldn't hurt," she snapped back. Icepool sniffed indignantly.

"Very well," she seethed, "Continue to teach the kit but don't come wailing to me when you start kitting early from stress!" She snapped. Owlflight froze as Icepool forced her way into the Nursery to check on Cowheart, who had discovered she was to have her own kits last moon.

"I.." She followed Icepool quickly, ignoring a shocked Buzzardwing. Catching up, She panted, "Icepool wait! What do you mean? I'm.." Icepool huffed, facing her with a haughty look.

"Yes, you dim-witted lizard! You're having kits.. due in less than a moon and a half by the looks of it." Owlflight felt her world spin and felt a burst of joy and pain.

Rowanoak was gone, but she was going to be a mother to his kits. In that moment, she vowed to be the very best mother she could be.