Firestorm (Book Three; Series One)

Chapter 14

Silvermoon ran through the forest, a warm, happy feeling rippling her pelt as she stormed through the forest, happily panting as she ran faster and faster. This was the first time she'd been out of camp in a whole moon! Silvermoon was so ready to just run until she couldn't anymore. Her paws ached with anticipation. "Yes!" She forced out as she leaped a narrowed part of the river. Silvermoon slid to a stop and laid on her side, panting as she bathed in the sun. She was tired. Silvermoon sniffed around as she looked at her surroundings. She was on StoneClan territory..

Silvermoon got to her paws and was about to cross back over, when she heard someone yell her name. She turned around to see Dustfur running towards her with Honeyrose pressed by him. Silvermoon waved her tail to them. "What are you doing here?" Dustfur asked with a snicker. "Yea, you trying to steal our prey?" The ginger she-cat asked. "No, I just got too excited and jumped over the border. It's my mistake." Silvermoon admittedly with an embarrassed gleam. Honeyrose sniffed her, and bristled. "You had kits!" She gasped. "Huh?" Dustfur looked confused. "Silvermoon! What are their names!! Oh please tell us!" She begged with a purr. Silvermoon chuckled. "Graykit, Sparrowkit, Moonkit, and Spottedkit. They're such sweethearts." She has almost forgotten she asked Multistar to not announce she had kits at the Gathering a whole moon ago. It seemed so far in the past. "Congratulations Silvermoon." Dustfur dipped his head. "Since you know how to take care of kits.. you can help us out." He glanced at Honeyrose who gasped and nodded. She ran into the woods and for a couple heartbeats, all Silvermoon heard was silence. Honeyrose popped out of the woods, holding two tiny scraps in her mouth. Kits! "We found these two by their dead mother in the dark woods back there. They didn't need milk anymore.. but they need a mother.." Dustfur meowed. "None of the queens in our camp would've been able to tend to them. They're busy with their own kit.. trust us, we asked." Honeyrose replied. Silvermoon nodded, analyzing the kits. The gray one was a lot stronger than her white brother. They both had muck of sorts in their eyes, preventing them from being able to see. And they were filthy. "I'll take them back to AlderClan and have Branchstalk and Lilacpaw check them up. Thank you, you two. I'll see you at the next Gathering." Silvermoon meowed, dipping her head as she grabbed the kits. "Bye Silvermoon!" They both called.

"The tom seems to have a tiny fever, but other than that they're pretty good. Hungry, but healthy. They just need a good bath." Branchstalk diagnosed as Lilacpaw cleaned the gray she-kit. "They're covered in dirt!" She complained. "Trust me Lilacpaw, you clean nastier things when you have kits." Silvermoon snorted, looking down at the white tom. "What's your name little one?" Silvermoon asked calmly. He shrugged. "I.. I don't think I have a name.." He murmured. "He looks exactly like Whitepaw you know.." She murmured. The apprentice died too soon, too cruelly. "I think I'll call him Whitekit.." Silvermoon purred. The white kit smiled, as Silvermoon started to clean him as well. Lilacpaw brought the gray one over once she was clean enough. "And for her.. I'll.. call her... Mistkit." Silvermoon added and brought her close.

Nervously, Silvermoon set the two kits down in front of their siblings. Graykit sniffed them before pulling away. Spottedkit was the first to say; "They smell weird!" Cloudtuft shushed her. "I'm Mistkit! And that's Whitekit!" The gray she-kit introduced. "Hi I'm Moonkit." Mistkit giggled and turned back to Silvermoon. She urged her on and Mistkit bopped Moonkit's forehead. Immediately the kits started playing as if they were all born in the same litter. Silvermoon sighed in relief and pushed herself into Cloudtuft's thick fur. "I thought you said never again." He teased. Silvermoon stuck her tongue out, as she watched the kits play tag. X