Another! First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/506111760/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/509367396/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/560592056/ There was a kitting today. A queen named Hollypool was having kits with Thornheart, and Fernsky was overseeing it. Copperkit was eager to see the new kits, but Nightkit was indifferent. They would not affect his life, so why should he pay attention to them? Besides, a horrible lightning storm had been plaguing EmberClan for the past week, and the kits and queens were shut up in the nursery. There was a separate part of the nursery for kitting, separated by a hanging moss curtain. (Bluepaw and Mossystep were there, supposedly to provide support for their family, which Nightkit doubted.) A warrior walked past him, brown and gray fur with burning emerald eyes. Mossystep. His mother's mother. Nightkit watched her, golden eyes tracking her movements. Mossystep carefully avoided his gaze, walking faster away from the little cat. Nightkit tilted his head curiously; the kitten was confused as to why his grandmother avoided him. "One healthy kit!" Fernsky called from the kitting section. Copperkit's head shot up. "Caniseecaniseecanisee?" He called, racing to the section anyway. "/Copperkit!/" Bluepaw scolded, racing in after him. Nightkit sighed and padded slowly in after them. This was not a good morning. A coughing spasm had happened earlier, and he had been teased. But something made him stop cold. The rain had stopped. The relentless rain, thunder, hail and lightning had silenced. He poked his head out and saw the clouds vanishing, the grass and trees soaked. Curious. Nightkit padded back into the nursery, resolving he would solve this mystery later. He went into the kitting section, and saw the beautiful Hollypool with her white fur with ginger and brown splotches and green eyes panting, curled around a little tortoiseshell kit, with a brown tom looking on proudly-Thornheart-, and a brown apprentice beside him, nosing at the kit-Lionpaw, the kit's brother. Bluepaw was also there, staring sullenly at Copperkit, who was staring at the scrap of fur. "She's so tiny!" Copperkit exclaimed. "She'll grow bigger." Lionpaw said proudly. He and Copperkit were good friends, they would roughhouse and play together often. "She has the makings of someone special, I can feel it." Someone special. Those words resonated in Nightkit's head as he stared at the kit. The storm had stopped. He peered closer- The kit's eyes were open. Much too early. And they were the purest, most vibrant blue he had ever seen, a sky after a storm, a lake, but with as much intensity of the bolts of lightning that had just raged outside. The room flashed to something else, so it seemed that he and the tiny kit were in the air, high above the clouds, with a rolling thunderstorm happening, lightning arcing through the air. Nightkit was terrified, backing up on air, but the kit was serene, staring at him, even as the wind seemed to tear at the tiny scraps of cream, brown and olive fur. Then it returned to normal, and the kit's eyes were closed. No one else seemed to have noticed a thing. Nightkit backed against the wall, horrified, then he bolted out of the birthing area, out of the nursery, into the middle of camp, where cats were starting to come out. "Such a sudden ending!" "That was quick!" "StarClan has blessed us!" They exclaimed. But it wasn't StarClan. Nightkit knew. It was that kitten. Nightkit was scared of that odd, lightning-eyed kitten.
Darker Nights belongs to @-TrueGryffindor89- Nightsong is my character.
