Did you really think Cinderpelt was a perfect medicine cat? This is my story of her: The barns sturdy shape came closer as Cinderpelt dragged herself towards it. Her belly was heavier then last time she had journeyed to the barn. Just thinking about why made shivers run through her dark grey body. Pain spasms hit her body like a storm and she fell to the ground exhausted. She persisted towards the barn trying desperately to ignore the pains. Cinderpelt let out a howl hoping to draw attention to her secret mate, Ravenpaw. Her mate had to stay a secret as she knew that medicine cats were not allowed to have such privileges. Once inside the barn she let her eyelids drop as a black shape moved around her.... "You're alive!" the black tom gasped. His worried gaze stayed on the she-cat as she tried to sit upright. Cinderpelt's mouth watered as the smell of fresh killed mouse hit her nose. She was aware that her belly felt lighter as she ate the mouse. Looking at her belly she saw two kittens drinking her milk and she purred aloud purr that seemed to rebound off the walls. Ravenpaw wrapped his tail around his paws as he asked, "What shall we name our kits?" Cinderpelt studied the light grey shecat and black tom. Finally she meowed, "Shellkit for our she-cat and Moonkit for the tom."
The characters are from Erin Hunter Warrior Books! ... except the kits! XD
