Post by LιθΠΗΣαRτεD on Aug 10, 2015 20:41:20 GMT
The light shone softly upon the WhisperClan meadow camp. The sky was a pale, clear blue, and the clouds danced above the bustling warriors. To the side of the camp, passing cats looked on in amusement at two kits tussling in the tall, green grass.
"Gotcha!" A small white kit pounced upon his ginger-pelted brother, causing both of them to tumble to the ground.
"No, you don't!" the ginger kit wriggled out of the white tom's grip and slipped out, shaking his fur. "Loser!" he sneered. "You have to grapple harder than that!"
"Don't call Frostkit a loser!" squeaked a ginger she-kit, who was watching to the side. "And when can I play? You two told me to wait!"
"Shut up, Rosekit," the ginger tom said dismissively. "I can call him anything I want. And we aren't done with our battle-- no one has won yet, obviously!"
"That's not fair! You said I could play a couple of moments ago! And now it's been longer than that!"
"Just wait a little longer," said Frostkit impatiently, taking no note that Rosekit had defended him earlier. He wiggled his haunches at Goldenkit again, who mirrored his move with a leer on his face.
"Kits, come and take a nap," yawned a pale ginger queen, padding tiredly out of the nursery. Rosekit immediately padded towards their mother, but the two brothers stayed where they were, locked in their staring contest. "Come on, Frostkit and Goldenkit."
"No! Someone has to win this."
Their mother sighed. "Well, you'll get tired eventually. Why not call it a draw? Now."
"We'll come when we're finished," Goldenkit said, his tail lashing.
"Can I play when I wake up?" Rosekit squeaked.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Hurry up," their mother said sternly, and then led Rosekit into the nursery. Frostkit and Goldenkit continued to stare each other down.
"Ha! I won! Loser!" squealed Goldenkit. Frostkit was blinking rapidly, scowling.
"Frostkit? Goldenkit? Where is Rosekit?" a white tom appeared at their side.
"She's taking a nap with Shellsong," said Goldenkit.
"And I don't think she's going to wake up anytime soon," Frostkit added quickly. "Will you take us out to the territory, father?"
"No, I can't. I'm here to tell you that Sheepclaw wants to talk to you," said the white tom, his gaze grim. "He is resting in the elders' den."
"Where else would he be?" whispered Frostkit in Goldenkit's ear. "Maybe he can tell us another story!"
"Yeah, I want to hear that one about Nightstar again!"
"Hello, you two," croaked Sheepclaw as the two kits padded in. Frostkit and Goldenstar wiggled excitedly as they sat down. Behind them, Hawkdapple and Lichenfeather snored on.
"Are you going to tell us a tale?" asked Goldenkit abruptly.
Sheepclaw shook his head, looking somewhat offended. "I am about to join StarClan," he rasped. The two kits gasped.
"Wow! Can you take us there?"
Once again, the old white tom shook his head. "No, you mouse-brains. I'm dying!" Frostkit's and Goldenkit's eager grins faded.
"Aw, no!"
"Who'll be there to tell us tales?!"
"There's Lichenfeather and Hawkdapple for that," said Sheepclaw grumpily. "Now, listen up. I'm about to tell you something I want you two to hold onto for the rest of your life."
"Ohh. Tell us!" Frostkit and Goldenkit leaned forward.
"I'm getting to that," Sheepclaw snapped. "You both know that I am your father's kin, and therefore your kin. But I am not your father's father. My brother, Sharpfire, was your father's father. I never took a mate.
"You must know that you cannot distract yourself from being loyal to WhisperClan. From being the best warriors you two can possibly be. Taking a mate is a big mistake. Having kits will pull you away from your duties as a warrior."
"Ew, kits?" Frostkit interrupted, wrinkling his nose. "We're still kits."
"Yeah, that sounds gross," Goldenkit added.
"Be quiet, you fools!" Sheepclaw glared at them, and they backed down hastily, looking uneasy. The white tom relaxed and sank deeper into his mossy nest. "Remember that loyalty is everything. It is the most important thing in your lives. Show that you are a WhisperClan cat as much as you can. Fight for the Clan. Die for the Clan. Do everything for the Clan. Do you understand me?"
"U-uh, what if you kinda like a she-cat in the future?"
"That's fine," grunted Sheepclaw. "But do not go any further than friends. You don't know what could happen. You cannot get too trusting with a cat of another Clan, either. Acquaintanceships are allowed, but keep in mind that, inevitably, you will meet in battle with the ones you talk with across the border. Don't ever let others doubt your loyalty. That is the sign of a failing warrior."
Frostkit and Goldenkit did not know what to say. Wordlessly, they nodded their heads.
"Good-bye, then."
"Wait... what?"
But Sheepclaw had slumped down into the moss, and had stopped moving. Exchanging a glance, the two kits approached the dead elder cautiously, pressing their noses to his fur. For a moment, a breeze could be felt, and it whispered a single word in the kits; ears:
Loyalty.
"Gotcha!" A small white kit pounced upon his ginger-pelted brother, causing both of them to tumble to the ground.
"No, you don't!" the ginger kit wriggled out of the white tom's grip and slipped out, shaking his fur. "Loser!" he sneered. "You have to grapple harder than that!"
"Don't call Frostkit a loser!" squeaked a ginger she-kit, who was watching to the side. "And when can I play? You two told me to wait!"
"Shut up, Rosekit," the ginger tom said dismissively. "I can call him anything I want. And we aren't done with our battle-- no one has won yet, obviously!"
"That's not fair! You said I could play a couple of moments ago! And now it's been longer than that!"
"Just wait a little longer," said Frostkit impatiently, taking no note that Rosekit had defended him earlier. He wiggled his haunches at Goldenkit again, who mirrored his move with a leer on his face.
"Kits, come and take a nap," yawned a pale ginger queen, padding tiredly out of the nursery. Rosekit immediately padded towards their mother, but the two brothers stayed where they were, locked in their staring contest. "Come on, Frostkit and Goldenkit."
"No! Someone has to win this."
Their mother sighed. "Well, you'll get tired eventually. Why not call it a draw? Now."
"We'll come when we're finished," Goldenkit said, his tail lashing.
"Can I play when I wake up?" Rosekit squeaked.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Hurry up," their mother said sternly, and then led Rosekit into the nursery. Frostkit and Goldenkit continued to stare each other down.
"Ha! I won! Loser!" squealed Goldenkit. Frostkit was blinking rapidly, scowling.
"Frostkit? Goldenkit? Where is Rosekit?" a white tom appeared at their side.
"She's taking a nap with Shellsong," said Goldenkit.
"And I don't think she's going to wake up anytime soon," Frostkit added quickly. "Will you take us out to the territory, father?"
"No, I can't. I'm here to tell you that Sheepclaw wants to talk to you," said the white tom, his gaze grim. "He is resting in the elders' den."
"Where else would he be?" whispered Frostkit in Goldenkit's ear. "Maybe he can tell us another story!"
"Yeah, I want to hear that one about Nightstar again!"
"Hello, you two," croaked Sheepclaw as the two kits padded in. Frostkit and Goldenstar wiggled excitedly as they sat down. Behind them, Hawkdapple and Lichenfeather snored on.
"Are you going to tell us a tale?" asked Goldenkit abruptly.
Sheepclaw shook his head, looking somewhat offended. "I am about to join StarClan," he rasped. The two kits gasped.
"Wow! Can you take us there?"
Once again, the old white tom shook his head. "No, you mouse-brains. I'm dying!" Frostkit's and Goldenkit's eager grins faded.
"Aw, no!"
"Who'll be there to tell us tales?!"
"There's Lichenfeather and Hawkdapple for that," said Sheepclaw grumpily. "Now, listen up. I'm about to tell you something I want you two to hold onto for the rest of your life."
"Ohh. Tell us!" Frostkit and Goldenkit leaned forward.
"I'm getting to that," Sheepclaw snapped. "You both know that I am your father's kin, and therefore your kin. But I am not your father's father. My brother, Sharpfire, was your father's father. I never took a mate.
"You must know that you cannot distract yourself from being loyal to WhisperClan. From being the best warriors you two can possibly be. Taking a mate is a big mistake. Having kits will pull you away from your duties as a warrior."
"Ew, kits?" Frostkit interrupted, wrinkling his nose. "We're still kits."
"Yeah, that sounds gross," Goldenkit added.
"Be quiet, you fools!" Sheepclaw glared at them, and they backed down hastily, looking uneasy. The white tom relaxed and sank deeper into his mossy nest. "Remember that loyalty is everything. It is the most important thing in your lives. Show that you are a WhisperClan cat as much as you can. Fight for the Clan. Die for the Clan. Do everything for the Clan. Do you understand me?"
"U-uh, what if you kinda like a she-cat in the future?"
"That's fine," grunted Sheepclaw. "But do not go any further than friends. You don't know what could happen. You cannot get too trusting with a cat of another Clan, either. Acquaintanceships are allowed, but keep in mind that, inevitably, you will meet in battle with the ones you talk with across the border. Don't ever let others doubt your loyalty. That is the sign of a failing warrior."
Frostkit and Goldenkit did not know what to say. Wordlessly, they nodded their heads.
"Good-bye, then."
"Wait... what?"
But Sheepclaw had slumped down into the moss, and had stopped moving. Exchanging a glance, the two kits approached the dead elder cautiously, pressing their noses to his fur. For a moment, a breeze could be felt, and it whispered a single word in the kits; ears:
Loyalty.