Post by Sparrowfeather on Dec 14, 2015 5:17:14 GMT -6
A litter of kits mewled for their mother's attention in a dark cavern of moss and bark. Two dark brown toms, a blueish-gray tom, and a brown she-cat with white and gray spots cuddled up to a warm figure next to them. The blueish-gray kit pushed aside his siblings, greedy for his mother's love. He grew up like this. Always greedy for attention, and getting it by bullying others out of his way. His name back then was Purplekit. He was always dull, but looking for mischief. His green eyes gleamed when he was praised. When he and his siblings were less than a moon old, his brothers died of whitecough. It was a rough winter, but most, if not all, of the clan survived. He didn't really care, since he was barely old enough to stray away from his mom.
A six moon old Purplekit was playing with his best friend, Desertkit, in the clearing outside of the nursery. His mother called from the cave. "Kitty Kits!"
He said a small goodbye to Desertkit and ran into the cave with his sister.
"Yes mother?" They purred in union.
"It's time for you to become apprentices! Oh Sprucekit and Owlkit would have loved to join you.." She added under her breath.
They squirmed in excitement. They trotted out into the clearing with their mother, their fur puffed out. They looked up at the clan leader, eyes wide.
"Purplekit." The leader nodded to the squirming kit. He ran up to the rock and stared around, wondering who his mentor was going to be.
The leader glanced at the kit and said in a firm voice, "Your mentor shall b--" but the leader stopped. He looked at the kit and sighed. "Your mentor shall be me. And Flowerkit, you shall also be my apprentice. Your apprentice names are now Purplepaw and Flowerpaw."
~Zoom into the future~
Purplepaw had a large scratch from his back to his nose. It was from a badger. As the medicine cat tended to his wounds, he licked his friend's ear. She had a few scratches and her mouth was bleeding earlier. She was resting silently, probably dreaming about mice. "Meeting for all cats who are old enough to catch their own pray." Silverstar called. "I shall now announce the new warriors!"
~Skip~
Purpletail and Desertheart shared tongues lovingly. They had been mates since the gathering after gaining their warrior title. They ate their fresh-kill together, and hunted together. Heck, they even somehow got the deputy to send them on patrols together. Soon enough, Desertheart was pregnant with Purpletail's kits. No one was surprised. Soon enough, the kits came, though only one survived. Goldkit was his name. Golden pelt like his mom, green eyes like his dad.
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And that's all I came up with. I might actually go to sleep soon, it's like 3 in the morning where I am.
A six moon old Purplekit was playing with his best friend, Desertkit, in the clearing outside of the nursery. His mother called from the cave. "Kitty Kits!"
He said a small goodbye to Desertkit and ran into the cave with his sister.
"Yes mother?" They purred in union.
"It's time for you to become apprentices! Oh Sprucekit and Owlkit would have loved to join you.." She added under her breath.
They squirmed in excitement. They trotted out into the clearing with their mother, their fur puffed out. They looked up at the clan leader, eyes wide.
"Purplekit." The leader nodded to the squirming kit. He ran up to the rock and stared around, wondering who his mentor was going to be.
The leader glanced at the kit and said in a firm voice, "Your mentor shall b--" but the leader stopped. He looked at the kit and sighed. "Your mentor shall be me. And Flowerkit, you shall also be my apprentice. Your apprentice names are now Purplepaw and Flowerpaw."
~Zoom into the future~
Purplepaw had a large scratch from his back to his nose. It was from a badger. As the medicine cat tended to his wounds, he licked his friend's ear. She had a few scratches and her mouth was bleeding earlier. She was resting silently, probably dreaming about mice. "Meeting for all cats who are old enough to catch their own pray." Silverstar called. "I shall now announce the new warriors!"
~Skip~
Purpletail and Desertheart shared tongues lovingly. They had been mates since the gathering after gaining their warrior title. They ate their fresh-kill together, and hunted together. Heck, they even somehow got the deputy to send them on patrols together. Soon enough, Desertheart was pregnant with Purpletail's kits. No one was surprised. Soon enough, the kits came, though only one survived. Goldkit was his name. Golden pelt like his mom, green eyes like his dad.
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And that's all I came up with. I might actually go to sleep soon, it's like 3 in the morning where I am.