Cloudstorm yowled in pain and fear as sharp, searing aches burned through her body. The sickly, metallic smell of blood filled the queen's hollow, only populated by Cloudstorm, her unborn kits and the medicine cat Shadesong. After what felt like moons, she felt the spasms ease. Thank StarClan. How in the name of the Clans did cats manage having more than one litter? This faded as she looked down at her kits. Both were unsightly, blood-covered furballs and yet she loved every mousetail of them. Not that there were mousetails of them...
Both had Strikeclaw's dark pelts, she realized with a purr, but one had her pale grey underbelly and paws.
"What will you name them?" Shadesong prompted. Cloudstorm jolted, having forgot about the medicine cat's presence while with her kits.
She nosed the one with a pale underbelly gently. "This one will be Nightkit,"she murmured softly, "and this one Ravenkit."
As she spoke , Shadesong jerked back sharply, jaws wide in a silent wail of horror. "That cat will bring darkness to WindClan!" she cried. "Ravenkit must never become a warrior!"
And Ambergaze, known to all Clans as a terrible gossip, padded out from behind a gorse bush, amber eyes gleaming in success. The Clan would have to know.
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Flight Of A Raven
Fanfiction"Beware the bird of night, or else darkness will be carried on the breeze. Only the spilling of blood will disperse the mists of leafbare. Beware the bird of night! Beware the raven!" Ravenflight's life has been a misery - a prophecy made before her...
