Warrior Cats #1

Chapter Five - End And Beginning

Back at camp, the weather was quite rough. The wind blew hard through camp and rain drizzled down from the grey clouds onto the Beachclan camp.

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Tawnypelt sat in the nursery and lay down peacefully, her tummy big from the kits inside. Her pelt was all brown with a few darker patches. Tawnypets mate, Blazefang, sat next to her. He was a blond cat with a chest chest and white paws. He was handsome but cocky.

"Are you OK Tawnypelt?" Blazefang mewed concerned as his mate winced in pain.

"I think the kits are coming." Tawnypelt informed him. "Get Lightfur!" She urged and she lay down, her eyes shut as she tried enduring the pain.

Blazefang nodded and instantly dashed from the nursery and across the damp soil to the med cat den. As he expected, Lughtfur was rumaging through his herbs. At the other side of the den his happy apprentice, Dragonpaw, was putting some poppyseeds down.

"Lightfur! Tawnypelts kits..." Blazefang stopped to catch his breath, "they're coming!" He mewed, still sounding out of breath.

"They are?!" Lightfur gasped. "Dragonpaw, get the poppyseeds i'll grt the stick, lets go!" He commanded to the black tom with purple eyes. Dragonpaw grabbed as many poppyseeds from his neat pile as possible and they both ran out of the med den.

Blazefang followed closely after, but the two med cats were faster than hims o he reached the nursery a short time after they arrived. Blazefang stood at the entrance, then backed away as Lightfur shooed him. He caught a glimpse of a small brown kit with white chest. He smiled ao himself and his heart lifted.

A few intence moments of moaning and assurance past but to Blazefang it felt like a eternity. There was one last mew but then silence. Blazefang looked into the nursery worried. There were three kits; one brown with a white chest, one blond with a white chest and one complete brown onr with onr blond spot on its face. Blazefang padded slowly into the nursery. Despite the three beautiful kits, thr look on Lightfurs and Dragonpaws face was utter disgrace.

Blazefang looked at them both, then down at his mate. She was lieing on her back lifelessly, a stick lay just beside her head. Ber eyes were closed and no muslce was moving.

"Is she dead?" Blazefang whispered sadly. He looked over at Lightfur and Dragonpaw with two wide eyes dull of sadness.

"I'm afraid so, but Starclan should be grateful to have her." Lightfur whispered, trying to respect the death. Blazefang turned back to his mate and ran to her side and crouched down. He closed his eyes and felt a tear seek its way through and onto his blond fur, then down onto the past warrior.