Nightstar's Prophecy

Chapter One

Chapter One

“Hey, Squirrelpaw, will you play with us?”

Nightkit sat at the edge of the nursery wall, which was just a hollowed out section in a cave that had soft mosses and grasses lining it for comfort. She stared out into the camp’s main clearing. The fresh-kill pile laid just a few tail-lengths away, closer to the elder’s den for easy access. That den was similar to the queen’s nursery however it was deeper and also a bit taller. Just across the cave there was the leader’s den, a deep cave that was sheltered by mosses and jagged rocks that only the leader could navigate. The warrior’s den was to the right of that, closer to the edge of camp. It was situated in a small side cave, and you had to climb a few ledges of rocks to get to it. The apprentices slept in a small indent underneath the overhang of the warrior’s den, and the medicine den was in the back of the camp, close to a small pool of water.

She was broken out of her thoughts when her brother, Spiderkit, jumped up as one of the apprentices walked by and began squealing like he was two moons old again. She rolled her eyes at his behavior, but she looked up at the ginger apprentice anyway.

“Oh hey, Spiderkit.” Squirrelpaw stopped to look at the kit. “I was just heading over to get some fresh-kill, but I guess I have some time.” He chuckled and looked over at Nightkit and Ravenkit, who were sitting side by side. “Are you two going to play as well?”

Ravenkit shook her head, looking longingly at the back of the cave. Squirrelpaw seemed to get the hint, as he chuckled and just grinned at her.

“Well, why don’t you see if Goldensong has something for you to do?” He asked. Ravenkit looked at him with wide green eyes before dashing off to the back of the cave. Nightkit rose to her paws.

“Well, I’ll play. Can you teach us any cool moves?” She asked, padding closer to Squirrelpaw.

“Yeah! I want to learn how to hunt crabs!” Spiderpaw exclaimed.

“Ew, crabs?” Nightkit protested. “Gulls are much tastier!” She argued back.

“Gulls taste like Twolegs, though!” Spiderkit wailed, shoving his sister.

“Hey!” She protested, jumping onto him and bowling him over. The two rolled and tussled until he ended up on top, pinning her down.

“Hey, Nightkit. Why don’t you fight him off with your back claws?” Squirrelpaw suggested casually as he watched the two of them fight. Nightkit looked over at him briefly and then back at her brother before doing just that, battering her brother’s stomach with her back claws until he yowled and leapt off of her.

“No fair! You got help from an apprentice!” He yowled.

“You’re the one who wanted him to play with us.” Nightkit reminded him as she sat proudly.

“Still, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to lie down for a week!” He moaned, flopping down dramatically.

“You’ll be alright.” Squirrelpaw laughed, nudging the black tom to his paws. “Besides, real warriors can take much more than that.”

That made Spiderkit jump to his paws eagerly, and he soon forgot about hi loss to his sister.

“What other moves can you show us, Squirrelpaw?” He asked eagerly, bouncing on his paws.

“Well, I showed your sister one move, so I’ll show you one. When you attack another cat, try running and hitting their head with your front paw really hard; but with your claws sheathed.” He suggested. Spiderkit eyed his sister and she sighed, letting him practice. He came running and did exactly that. Nightkit took a few shaky steps back, clearing her head as it pounded a bit.