Warriors: Riverclan's Fall Book 1

Chapter One

"Rowankit!" Tigerkit called as he loomed over Featherkit. "I got her!" he mewed with triumph.

Rowankit raced over and purred. "Now Tigerkit will be the mouse, and me and Featherkit will be the warriors!"

Tigerkit groaned. "I dont wanna be the mouse!" "Too bad!" Rowankit laughed. Tigerkit sped off, and Featherkit raced after him.

She ran as fast as Starclan, feeling like her paws bearly touched the ground. With a yowl of shock, she tumbled into Tigerkit's hindquarters.

He tripped and fell flat on his face into the dirt. Featherkit stumbled over him and fell on her back. "I got you!" she laughed.

Cloudwisp looked over. "Tigerkit! It looks as if you got beat by a younger kit!" he exclaimed. Tigerkit flattened his ears.

Rowankit stumbled over, eyes wide. "Woah Featherkit! It looked as if your paws werent touching the ground!" he exclaimed.

Just when he said that, Pinestar walked by. He looked sharply at Featherkit. "Feather can control all elements..." he mumbled.

The three kits looked at him strangely. "What?" Tigerkit asked, eyes wide with anxiety. "Nothing!" Pinestar snapped and walked away.

The three kits looked at eachother. "That was weird..." Rowankit said. Featherkit nodded. "Featherkit! Get to bed!" Snowsong called.

Blacksnare stumbled out. "Tigerkit! Rowankit! Get to bed!" she hissed. Tigerkit and Rowankit ducked their heads in embarassment and was shoved in by their mother.

Snowsong licked Featherkit on the head. "C'mon my sweet, get to bed." She guided Featherkit to her nest, and Snowsong curled around her.

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Featherkit was awoken by Whitestrike stumbling around, carrying moss. "Whitestrike, what are you doing?" she asked. Whitestrike whipped around, startled.

She looked down at a tiny kit mewling. "I uh I found her in the forest, and I'm expecting kits so I would move in here." he stuttered.

Featherkit looked at her strangely. "O-okay. Give it to Snowsong!" she exclaimed. Whitestrike nodded and tugged at her pelt.

"Whitestrike! What do you want?" she asked. "I found this kit on the border. Can you take care of it?" he asked. Snowsong's eyes softened at the hungry kit.

"Of course." she murmered as it latched onto her belly. "I'll name it Honeykit..." she said, looking at the light honey colored pelt.

Featherkit went up and licked Honeykit. A bitter taste of Thunderclan seeped into her mouth. The same taste when they came into camp.

"Mom! I scent Thunderclan on Honeykit!" she gasped. Whitestrike's eyes filled with terror. Snowsong lapped at the pelt.

"It smells like Frostfeather..." she said,
eyeing Whitestrike. He sighed. "She's my kit..but please dont tell anyone!" he pleaded. Snowsong growled deep in her throat.

"I wont tell anyone. But tell me, why?" she asked. Whitestrike sighed. "I love her, Snowsong..." Featherkit pricked his tail with her tiny claws.

"That doesnt mean you should have kits with an enemy!" she squealed. Whitestrike batted her away. "Please dont tell.." he pleaded again.

Snowsong sighed. "I'm disappointed, Whitestrike." Whitestrike hung his head in shame. "Go. I'll take care of Honeykit." she hissed.

Whitestrike stalked out of the den. Snowsong sighed. "Go to sleep." she hissed. Featherkit curled up next to Honeykit. Her soft fur brushing her silver fur.