Mudpaw padded through the entrance of camp fresh kill dangling limply in his chaws. He dropped his prey in the pile and looked around curiously, wondering what all the chatter was about.
"Mudpaw!" His sister called excitedly bounding over to him. "Did you hear? Shiningpelt's had her kits!"
"Really?" Mudpaw asked ears pricking in anticipation.
"Yeah," Silverpaw affirmed excitedly. "Do you think she'll let us visit?"
"Maybe." Mudpaw Replied his sister's excitement catching on. "Shall we go see?" Silverpaw nodded scampering off to the nursery. Mudpaw grabbed a quick bit of fresh kill for Shiningpelt before bounding after her. They poked their head through the nursery carefully. Mudpaw took a cautious step forward past his sister.
"We brought you some fresh kill." Mudpaw mewed nervously glancing at Shiningpelt.
"That's awfully kind of you, Mudpaw." She beckoned the two forward with a flick of her tail. "Come, I won't bite." Mudpaw padded forward dropping the fresh kill beside Shiningpelt, Silverpaw not far behind. Mudpaw took a seat beside her, meanwhile Silverpaw leaned curiously over Shiningpelt.
"They're so cute." Silverpaw mewed looking at a tiny creatures. "Have you named them yet?"
Shiningpelt chuckled, a quiet purr rumbling in her throat. "Yes. This one is Wildkit," She mewed pointing to largest, dark ginger spotted Tom. "This one is Bristlekit." She mewed pointing the grey and white spotted tabby she-cat, "and this is Splashkit." She mewed gesturing to the smallest grey-blue she-cat. Mudpaw watched curiously, musing upon how one of the tiny kits, looking so small and frail, would one day be a powerful prophecy cat along side him.
"They will be fine warriors." Mudpaw mewed after few moments.
"Indeed." Shiningpelt mewed proudly. "Now you two go get some food and rest. I'm sure you've both had a busy day of training."
"Okay! Bye Shiningpelt, bye little ones!" Silverpaw mewed seeming a little enthralled.
"Goodbye." Mudpaw mewed following his sister out the den.
Mudpaw ate his prey beside his sister, feeling somewhat at ease with the prophecy for once. Mudpaw excused himself once he was done, and then left, curling up his den. Sleep came easy to him, for the first time in a long time.
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Owlpaw's Prophecy
FanfictionWhen Snowclan begins to drive the other clans out of their territory, 6 cats are chosen to save all of the clans. Time is ticking as the apprentices struggle to find a solution. Will they be able to save the day, or has Starclan made the wrong decis...
