Arc 1 Book 1
The Clans have lived by the lake for countless seasons and Clan life is how it always has been. A prophecy though is nearing and depending on how it is interpreted will either destroy the 5 clans or save them. The fates of five cats ar...
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Mosskit rigorously paced back and forth in the nursery. Today was the day he'd finally become an apprentice and start his warrior training. He was excited, but nervous.. and apprehensive. To be honest he didn't know what to feel or what feelings were ok to express. He wanted to talk to his mother or father, but Willowsong was always on some sort of patrol and his mother, Bristleface always seemed to have her mind somewhere else, her gaze showing she wasn't all quite in the present.
Mosskit was a little frustrated by this, "I'm your only kit," he thought, "please be excited for me!"
He paused his pacing for a moment to gather his thoughts. The cold winter breeze pierced his fur and he shivered. He resumed to pacing the nursery again since after all it did keep him warm from the snowy morning outside.
"Bristleface must be sad that Jasperkit and Minnowkit aren't here to become apprentices either." Mosskit realized. His guilt swarmed over him. Mosskit felt terrible that he even thought about being frustrated at his mother on this day since it must be a very hard day for both his parents. He wished his sisters were still alive so they could all be apprentices together and that Bristleface and Willowsong would be happy. The two cats had always seemed distant from one another with only few words pass between them, maybe a hello, if even that. It's not that they hated each other at all, but their words sounded as if they were holding back tears.
A voice halted his spiraling thoughts, "Mosskit! If you're going to walk back and forth please for the love of StarClan go out into the clearing. You'll at least melt all of the snow with that pace."
Mosskit froze and peeled around to face the cat who told him to stop. It was one of the other nursery queens Mackreltail. The queen was laying a couple tail lengths back with her tail wrapped around her kits who were usually a handful, so she's probably cherishing this quiet moment.
Mosskit sunk his ears and dipped his head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry Mackreltail," he whispered. Mosskit's eyes quickly darted towards Bristleface hoping she would scold him too, but his mother was curled up in the far corner of the nursery staring off into space and not aware of what was going on around her.
Mackreltail saw Mosskit look over at his mother and she looked too and looked back at him and sighed, "It's ok Mosskit." It's just you're going to be an apprentice today, but you're almost the size of a full grown cat," she purred amusingly, "The hunting patrol should be coming back anytime now maybe you could wait for Willowsong?"
Mosskit nodded and left the nursery. Mosskit's eyes were fixated at the camp entrance, his eyes peeling to see the dark grey pelt of his father. Willowsong besides for disassociating from his emotional side he was always the better conversationalist out of his parents. He never said much, but did make an effort. Mosskit always assumed that his father copes by taking on multiple patrols a day leaving camp and leaving the presence of the place where his two daughters had died. Mosskit arrived at the entrance of the camp. A warrior by the name of Waterripple was keeping guard and eyed the kit just to make sure it wasn't a kit attempting to leave camp situation, but seeing as Mosskit only sat down and looked to the horizon, Waterripple gave him a simple smile, nodded and resumed his guard.
