Flying cats!!!
‘I CAN FLY!!!’ Swiftwings wailed from far above the lavender covered meadows, a golden she-cat’s amber eyes where gazing up at them as their ivory wings glided over the strong currents of wind enough to make her fur ruffle up. The she-cat purred lightly a she nudged her kits back into the lavender thatch den. A rough looking tom wandered into the den, dipping his head. ‘your late Aceheart’ the she-cat mewed to him. He yet dipped his head again and stretched out his large silver wings, carefully taking a spot in the corner of the den. All the cats ears pricked up as Swiftwings crash-landed into the den disturbing the dusty ground as he tumbled head over paws. His claws clinged into the ground as he swung around to growl at the entrance of the den. Three dark pelted cats strode in cackling and rolling over in the dirt. Aceheart leapt forward, claws retracted, growling deeply at the three invaders. His tail flicked angrily, his eyes flaming as the three cats stood to face the him. ‘Rogues, are not welcome here!’ Aceheart spat. ‘Aceheart is right’ a brownish red she-cat emerged from the shadows of the den, her long legs trailed the floor, as she blinked slowly at the three rogues. ‘if I were you I would start flying’ she smirked lightly at the rogues. ‘what’s a little she-cat like you going to do about it!?’ the pitch black rogue snickered. The tall she-cat drew back her lips in disgust at the three rogues. ‘ I am BurningStar the leader of Skyclan!’ she now was growling at them. Her tail flicking in disapproval. ‘I did warn you…’ she smiled lightly at them, she then leap forward wings spread and black claws unleashed. Blood splattered the ground as she swept her paw across their faces leaving deep cuts for them to remember her by. The three rogues cowered down surprised by Burningstar’s quick movement, then stumbled out in retreat, bashing into each other when flying. The clan cats laughed at the rogues misfortune to run into their leader, BurningStar. BurningStar dipped her head and padded back to her resting place as Aceheart returned to his. A couple of kits ran over to the blood covered ground to lap it up, a small white kit played with the blood chasing after the other two. ‘Icekit stop playing with the blood’ a white she-cat called from a moss covered patch in a corner of the den. The small white kit’s blue eyes looked over to her ‘okay then!’ he purred. The kits ran back to their mother, nudging her in affection. There lay two mothering cats in the moss covered corner, Whiteflower and Goldenleaf. Whiteflower’s eyes widened, as she nudged a small one eyed kit that began to stop breathing, Icekit which was closest to his sibling looked down at their un-breathing body, as the other kits rushed over, joined by Scarface, their father, and Goldenleaf another Queen. The snow coloured tom, nudged his other kits out of the way as he looked at his pure black kit in sorrow as he saw its tiny chest take its last small breath. The queen dropped her head in sadness, bringing the now dead kit closer to her and wrapping her pure white wings around her pure black kit. The scene looked out of place the contrast of pure black against pure white. The tom rubbed his head against his mate in an attempt to comfort her. The whole of the clan went silent, all eyes and ears focused on the passing of the kit. As the moon rose and the stars assembled that night, not a cloud was in the sky. All the cats gathered outside, the apprentices ran in formation taking flight into the sky, creating a circle, all facing each other as if outlining the moon that was right above the lavender valley, warrior, kits and elders gathered on the ground, creating another circle.
