Redfur pulled a deep breath of the sweet, warm air into her lungs until they felt like they were going to burst, then she let it out with a sigh. Stormystar was right: the fresh air did feel nice after being shut away in the warriors den.
"You seem better today," her friend Adderstrike observed as he nudged her shoulder gently.
"I'll be okay." She replied, though she averted her eyes. "I'm the deputy of Thunderclan. I have to be."
Not two sunrises ago, a badger stumbled into Thunderclan in the middle of the night. As the night patrol raised the alarm, her two young kits slipped out into the battle and were killed. Redfur squeezed her eyes shut at the memory. She knew she would feel like a failure of a mother for the rest of her life, but at her request, Stormystar had consented to appoint her as deputy once again, and she had to be strong for the sake of Thunderclan.
Suddenly Adderstrike frowned. "Did you hear that?"
After a moment, Redfur could hear the sound too.
"Mew! Meeeow!"
With a quick glance at her friend, Redfur began sniffing around the lush forest undergrowth. "Adderstrike, come here." She meowed. "I smell something..." She pulled at a pile of leaves, uncovering two damp, shivering kits. "Adderstrike!"
"Yes?" He bounded up to Redfur, but skidded to a stop with a strange look on his face when he spotted the kits.
"We have to take them to camp." Redfur insisted as she pulled the first one, a little white kit with two black paws, one brown paw, and a brown tail, out of the hole. She began grooming it briskly, running her tongue up the kit's pelt to warm it up. The action brought back painful memories.
"We can't take these kits to camp!" Adderstrike stared at her incredulously.
"We have to!"
"They reek of kittypets!" He spat, but Redfur ignored him.
"You carry the one with the black stripes." She commanded. This can't be a coincidence —Starclan is giving me another chance.
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A/n: Qotd: House do you think Thunderclan will react to the kittypets?
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Regalstar's Prophecy
FanfictionWhile on a normal hunting patrol, the deputy of Thunderclan discovers two little, abandoned kits hidden in the forest. They both smell strongly of twolegs, but Redfur takes them into Thunderclan anyways, unaware that one of these tiny kits has a hug...
