“Feeling as useless as I do?” a tall cat with an angular head meowed, half jokingly, as he joined his companion. The tom was rather slim and he was clearly built more for speed than strength. While the rest of his brown fur, which had dusty colored spots, was short and smooth, his long tail was fluffy and soft. His pine green eyes sparkled with anxiety as he faced a den made of well-woven branches.
His companion didn’t answer, just sat there staring uneasily at the den. He was a large tom with a broad head and a solid, muscular build. His silky orange fur, which was covered in ginger stripes, was slightly ruffled and his raccoon like tail twitched nervously. His large paws kneaded the ground and his eyes widened when he heard a loud yowl emitting from the inside of the den. “She’ll be fine,” the brown tom rushed on, but his voice betrayed his worry.
“So much could go wrong,” the orange tom spoke after being silent for a couple of moments. He looked ready to leap into how a kitting could go terribly wrong when they were joined by one more cat.
“So she’s finally gone into kitting,” a large golden tom had padded up to them, patches of brown and ginger scattered across his pelt. While shorter than the other two, he had a well-built body and he carried himself confidently. His amber gaze focused on the orange tom and he added. “Don’t worry too much, leader, Dawnheart’s with a capable medicine cat after all.”
“Treeheart can’t prevent everything.”
“You toms always fret over these kinds of things,” a voice suddenly snorted from inside the den. A ginger-and-white she-cat walked out, her amber eyes gleaming with annoyance.
“Treeheart, how-” the orange tom was broken off by the medicine cat, “She had a successful kitting, and you now have a healthy son.”
Eyes gleaming, the leader impatiently pushed past Treeheart and burst into the den. His mate, a small fluffy white she-cat looked up. There was a tired smile on her face and her yellow eyes were narrowed in contentment. “Say hello to our son,” a small ginger kit nuzzled her side, letting out a soft wail of protest as she gently licked his forehead, “to Firekit.”
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Firetalon's Destiny
Fanfiction"Beware fire's wrath, one false move and the code shall burn while the Clans turn to cinders." Firekit, besides being the Clan leader's son, is nothing but a normal, energetic kit. But as time passes, and as he witnesses one harsh reality after anot...
