BloomClan kits (CLOSED)

Instructions

"Look, listen, and scent," Dawnmist reminded herself under her breath. After a moment, she spotted a sparrow pecking at the ground across the meadow. She dropped into a hunter's crouch and started to creep toward the bird. She almost had it when she heard something else- a high, thin wail that could only mean one thing. Dawnmist left the bird and raced toward the sound- some things matter more than prey. Just as she'd thought, it led her to three tiny, starving kits sheltering under a bush. Calling over her patrol, she made sure the two others were accounted for before picking up the third kit. "You're safe now," she murmured to the scrap of fur in her jaws. "We'll take care of you." "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a Clan meeting!" Dawnmist realized that this must be about the kits. She listened to the leader's announcement, wondering what had been decided about the kits' future. "For those of you who didn't know, three kits were found alone on BloomClan territory today. I give my thanks to Dawnmist for bringing them back safely." Dawnmist flushed with pride as her Clanmates yowled her name. "There were no other cats found near the kits. They must have been abandoned by some rogue or loner." The Clan gasped. "Poor kits," some cat murmured. "It is our duty as warriors to take care of these kits," the leader went on. "But we have no queens in the nursery now. Thankfully, the kits are old enough to eat fresh-kill, so we don't have to supply them with milk. The question is..." The leader paused, looking around at the Clan. "Who will take care of them?" Dawnmist stepped up. "I would be honored to take in these kits as my own." The leader gave her an approving nod. "Very well. This meeting is dismissed." Dawnmist looked down at the three kits, curled up close to their adopted mother. "Let's see. Moonkit," she said, looking down at the black she-kit. "Your eyes look like little moons. And you are... Flowerkit?" The tom's ginger fur reminded her of a yellow flower. Dawnmist looked down at the last kit and realized she had the perfect name. "Sparrowkit," she said. "For the bird that led me to you. It must have been sent by StarClan." Dawnmist purred in amusement as Sparrowkit battered her with tiny paws. "You'll all make fine warriors one day."