Mmhm. So I really wanted to do this. A lot of people did this, and I feel like such a copier [XD] but.. I really, really want to do this. A'cause I love Mossflower. She's such a sweety, and a cat I love, so I'm gonna do this. And if no one comments.. I'll keep writing. Just for the sake of Mossflower. (:
ThunderClan:
Leader: Gracestar [f] - Gray she-cat with white paws and green eyes.
Deputy: Halosong [m] - Silverish-white tom with blue eyes.
Medicine Cat: Skyheart [m] - Dark gray tom with a white chest and blue eyes.
Warriors -
Goldenflower [f] - A golden she-cat who looks like the sun with lake blue eyes.
Stormcloud [m] - A bluish-gray tom with brown eyes.
Queens-
Lilacdream [f] - A black she-cat with green eyes. (Mother to: Birchkit, Fallkit, and Sunkit)
Shadowflower [f] - A pitch black she-cat with blue eyes. (Mother to: Patchkit and Spottedkit)
Dancewind [f] - A brown tabby she-cat with brown eyes. (Mother to: Mosskit, Smallkit, and Mousekit)
Kits-
Birchkit [m] - A brown tabby tom with white paws and brown eyes.
Fallkit [f] - A golden-brown she-cat with green eyes
Sunkit [m] - A golden-orange tom with green eyes
Patchkit [m] - A tortoiseshell tom with blue eyes.
Spottedkit [f] - A tortoiseshell calico she-cat with green eyes.
Mosskit [f] - A fluffy, greenish she-cat with violet eyes.
Smallkit [m] - A small, brown tom with green eyes.
Mousekit [m] - A brown tom with green eyes, looks a lot like Smallkit except for the size.
Elders-
-- Edited by Mossflower on Saturday 2nd of January 2010 05:04:32 AM
The starlit night was unusually cold for a green-leaf night. A plump, round cat was dragging her body out in the forest, desperate for help. She had been out at night to make dirt, and suddenly started to go through kitting. No one was here to help her. And there was no Skyheart here.
She let out a dreadful wail as her body went through a contraction. Birds fluttered, alarmed from the sudden noise. She shivered as another contraction hit her body. The cat let out a low moan. "Nightmoon.. Nightmoon..." she whispered. "Nightmoon, save me and our kits!"
As if Nightmoon heard her prayers, a cat came running through the forest. "Dancewind! DANCEWIND! What, in the name of StarClan, are you doing here in this state of you?" Dancewind smiled, but just for awhile. Her smile faded as soon as it came, when another contraction shook her body.
The cat gasped. "Oh goodness..." she muttered. Dancewind opened her mouth. "Find.. Skyheart. Please, Shadowflower." The black cat nodded, to afraid to speak as she sped back towards camp.
Dancewind wailed as she felt her body begin to push. "No," she whispered. Her throat broke into another wail, and a tiny bundle slid out onto the earthy floor. It was a little brown kit. Just like Nightmoon. She licked his fur backwards and placed it to where the kit could suckle on Dancewind's milk. Then, she began to push again. A pale green she-cat came out. The eyes came from Nightmoon, but the fur came from Nightmoon's mother. Dancewind smiled and licked it backwards. And then, suddenly, Dancewind heard the ground rumble.
"Dancewind! Hold on!" Skyheart called. "It'll be fine." He pushed herbs in front of her to eat. "To stop the bleeding and to soothe the pain," he explained. As soon as he saw the kits, Skyheart groaned. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I was a bit late." He pressed his paw to Dancewind's belly and closed his eye. "One last kit. This one will take awhile." He nodded approval of the she-cat's work on her previous kits and sighed. "I know it's hard that you don't have a mate here to help you with your kitting," he whispered. "But it'll be okay. I know it's painful, but it'll be okay."
Dancewind only nodded. The pain was unbearable. The pain was nothing like she experienced, and she would have longed for Nightmoon's presence with her. But he was gone, and she had to do this. For him, for her, for the kits. With one inhale, she pushed. At last, a small, tiny brown tom slid out. Dancewind sighed and licked the tom. "Just like Nightmoon," she whispered. "Just like him." She closed her eyes and named each kit, slowly and carefully, as if she was talking with Nightmoon."
"Isn't that first-born beautiful?" she cooed. "He looks just like you, and his brother. I'll name him... Mousekit." She smiled. "His brother will be Smallkit. For his size, but not his heart or loyalty. And our she-cat -- oh isn't she beautiful! -- will be... Mosskit. We have 3 kits, Nightmoon. Mousekit, Smallkit, and Mosskit."
