The Forbidden Kit (warriors fanfic)

Destined Kits

       Evey morning Fireheart took Cinderpaw and Brakenpaw out for hunting and battle practice. I heard the rustling of paws and heard them come back. "I caught a sparrow!" Cinderpaw's mew sounded across the clearing. Frostfur padded towards her congratulating. Suddenly loud noises erupted in my ears. I looked around and padded to the medicine den carefully. Inside there were many cats, Yellowfang was tending to them. Coughing started again ringing in my ears. "Whitecough?" I questioned and Yellowfang nods.

        As I settled down in my nest in the nursery, I heard louder coughing. "Yellowfang! Come quick!" A cat called and I heard thumps. "Bluestar has greencough." The ThunderClan warrior whispered to Yellowfang. Yellowfang went to the leader's den and I heard no more as I drifted off again.

        ".......I need you to get some catmint, Fireheart." The rasping meow of Yellowfang directed Fireheart. I heard paws pounding as Dustpaw returned panting. "Tigerclaw wants to show Bluestar evidence of ShadowClan stealing prey." He meowed quickly. "Bluestar can't, she has green cough." Yellowfang told him.

        Cinderpaw walked up to them, "I'll do it," she meowed, "then I'll come back and tell you what I saw!" "No, Cinderpaw I'll go after I get the catmint." Fireheart argues. "Stay here." Pawsteps die down as Fireheart leave. I see everyone go back to there own business. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cinderpaw leaving camp. "Cinderpaw!" I yowl, but she doesn't turn. My dream of next to the Thunderpath came back to me. That was meant for Bluestar!

        A yowl was heard and Fireheart came back holding up Cinderpaw. Frostfur ran up to him, flanking him and meowing is she all right. I picked myself up and sat outside. I knew what happened. Yellowfang hurried out and ushered her in her den.

                I yowled in pain and bit down on the stick Yellowfang had provided. Giving birth to kits was hard labor, but nothing was as good as providing good warriors to help the clan stay strong. As each kit came, Yellowfang licked it and brought it over to my belly. "Two she-cats and a tom!" Yellowfang meowed, congradulating me.

        "I name the tortoiseshell she-kit Spottedkit, the orange tabby Lionkit, and the grey kit Sootkit." I meow. "Those are sweet names, Mistfeather." Yellowfang meowed. I looked at her. Sootkit's steady breathing became rapid, and suddenly it just stopped. I glanced in despair at Sootkit's lifeless body, the copy of myself, as Yellowfang took it outside to bury. I thought about it, hopefully Spottedleaf would take care of her in StarClan. I closed my eyes to sleep, as I was exhausted.