Love Story~1

Instructions

Under the tall pine trees that encompassed all of ShadowClan territory, two green eyes finally blinked open, immediately squeezing closed once more against the bright light that bombarded her senses. Ever so slowly, she blinked them open once more, making out the hazy outlines of her denmates: Applekit, Beetlekit, and Cricketkit, though she didn’t know that yet. Raising her head, she squinted at them, the warm, soft fur of her mother still pressed reassuringly against her side. Applekit-a pretty white she-cat with golden tabby markings on her legs, tail and face, saw her and purred, padding over. Cricketkit followed, sticking close to her side, while Beetlekit watched with his head tilted to the side. “Hello.” Applekit purred, looking inquisitively at the new arrival. Well, Fallowkit had actually been in the nursery for a while, but she had only just now opened her eyes. “I’m Applekit.” She continued before gesturing towards her two brothers. “This is Cricketkit,” A pale, brownish-golden tabby with white underfur and his sister’s green eyes. “And that’s Beetlekit over there.” A dark brown tom with speckles and golden eyes. Applekit crouched down to look at Fallowkit better, as the younger she-kit was still laying on the ground. “You’re Fallowkit, right?” Slowly, the white and light brown splotched she-cat nodded, her green eyes wide. “Uh huh.” She mewed. Feeling fur shift beside her, she turned her head to see her mother raising her head with a yawn. The white queen turned, her green eyes going wide and a gasp escaping her mouth as she saw her daughter’s open eyes. Morninghaze was her name, as you might remember, and she pulled her daughter close to her, purring shakily, a few joyful tears making their way down her face and falling onto her frail body. Morninghaze was probably the definition of the word “faded”. When you looked at her, you could almost see the stunningly beautiful, loud, fun, radiant cat she used to be. But, her body was never meant to have kits and had warned against it with her near-infertility. That hadn’t stopped her, though. She had tried and tried and tried, and had finally been given the most precious thing to ever be given: A daughter. She didn’t care how hard the pregnancy and birth had been, she didn’t care that she might never be able to fight or hunt again, she didn’t care about how her legs trembled whenever she stood. She cared that she finally had a daughter. A purring and sniffling mess, Morninghaze whispered into her daughter’s fur, “Welcome to the world, my love.” >>><<< In WindClan, whenever Badgerkit opened his eyes, he didn’t receive the same motherly love. His blue eyes were wide with wonder as he stared around the nursery, their blue depths in stark contrast with his dark fur, his white tail tip like a candle in the dimly-lit den. And as he looked around, he was all alone. His tiny body by itself in a large, empty nest. But, no, no, he wasn’t alone. As his eyes drifted around the den, they caught on a dark gray-practically black-she-cat laying in the opposite corner, her eyes squeezed closed. She had a white chest, paws, and tail tip, and Badgerkit could tell she wasn’t sleeping despite her closed eyes. Squinting to try and see her better, he called, “Hello?” The only response was a twitch of her ears. Frowning, the small tom shakily got to his paws, jumping in surprise and falling on his tail as another small kit stuck her head inside the den. Her pelt was gray-blue in color, and her scent was familiar. Her blue eyes widened. “Your eyes are open.” She mewed, stating the obvious. They were both silent for a moment, staring at each other. Then, his older sister spoke once more. “I’m Whisperkit, and your name’s Badgerkit. I don’t know if you know that or not already, but that’s your name.” She flicked her tail, fully stepping inside the den. Badgerkit noticed that her tail, back and ears were a darker color than the rest of her. Again, there was silence. Finally, he gestured to the black-gray she-cat. “Who’s that?” “Mom.” She replied quickly. She seemed good at stating the obvious. Then, “Come on,” She gestured for him to follow her. “Everyone else is outside. They’d love to meet you.” But, Badgerkit was busy staring at his mother. Why was she ignoring him? Didn’t she want to meet her son? He had finally opened her eyes-didn’t she care? Didn’t she care about him? Swallowing, he slowly turned to look at his sister, her eyes shining with sadness. She softly padded over, resting her tail on his shoulders. “It’s best to just not think about mom. Shimmerbite takes care of us just fine.” For a moment, they both gazed at their mother, pain in their matching blue eyes. She was silent. Unmoving. Uninterested in her own children. Swallowing, Badgerkit nodded. “Let’s go.”