(I just thought of something. What if Thistlepad tries to convice Mistkit and Stormkit that he's their father? It could be before their ceremony, after, or whenever.)
Mistkit thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No, you're right. That was him." She said, flicking her tail. She spotted a leaf a few tail lengths away, and pounced on it, sending it flying into the air toward her littermate.
"I'll have to think it over some more!" Swiftstar laughed. "I need to sort out some patrols soon, do you think you could spare me for a bit?" She purred.
(I just thought of something. What if Thistlepad tries to convince Mistkit and Stormkit that he's their father? It could be before their ceremony, after, or whenever.)
that has to happen–))
Stormkit watched the leaf and caught it mid-air, pawing it into the ground before passing it back, "I think i've heard mom talking to him before…" he confesses, It was when you were taking a nap, Mistkit, or you where faking like me, and some other cat came in, it might've been Thistlepad because mom immediately said in a very mean voice about what they wanted." Stormkit watches as Mistkit attacks the leaf and then looks over at him with curious eyes, "I've never heard mom sound so…. mean."
Springheart looked over at the nursery, Mistkit and Stormkit where awake, playing with what looked to be a leaf, looking back over at Swiftstar she nodded and hummed in reply, "yeah."
Swiftstar nodded and smiled at Springheart then bounded off.
Springheart walked off, grabbing some freshkill and ate peacefully.
Stormkit ran into Mistkit, the two kits had begun to play fight as Stormkit had accidentally ripped the pretty amber leaf into shreds, "I'm the strong WindClan cat! your a filthy rouge Mistkit!" Stormkit mewed as Mistkit jumped up and ran towards the corner of the nursery, squealing an audible, "that's not fair!"
Mistkit watched her brother closely, looking for ways to get past him. When he leaped at her, she ducked underneath him. Sometimes it's good to be the smallest. She thought, as she left behind a cloud of dust, making her brother sneeze.
Vixenkit tutted and rolled her eyes but edged back into the shadows to let her eyes glint menacingly. "How about you two are the only ones who can defend WindClan from a threatening ShadowClan warrior?" She hissed.
Mistkit stopped and looked up at the larger she-kit. "Okay!" She glanced back at Stormkit and giggled. "You have dust all over you!" She squeaked.
Stormkit sneezed like a newborn kitten, "bleh!" he said looking over at Mistkit and Vixenkit, "one, I am very threatening!" Stormkit mewed, puffing out his chest fur, turning him into a living tumbleweed, "and my name is no longer Stormkit!" he declared, "it shall be–" Stormkit shut up when he looked over at the nursery entrance where a large shadow was cast, Stormkit squeaked and ran over and hid behind Mistkit, "ShadowClan!" he squealed. The cat who had made the massive shadow fully stepped in, chuckling, "no! its just me!" Stormkit looked at the tom, leaning in towards his sister he whispered, "who is that?"
Mistkit shrugged, "Im Thistlepad," the tom stopped for a second before continuing, "your father." "Mistkit! we have a dad!" the large dark brown tom-kit mewed, "I never knew that you were our dad, Thistlepad." Stormkit confessed, sheepishly he shifted his paws, "I thought our dad died…." Thistlepad sighed and walked over, ruffling Stormkit's head fluff, "well, I'm not! if i was I wouldn't be here! I would be in StarClan with our ancestors!" Stormkit nodded, looking back at Mistkit.
Mistkit tilted her head as she looked up at Thistlepad. "Are you, really?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper. Could this be the cat she had wondered about all these moons? Could this tom really be her father?
Vixenkit, not wanting to be in the middle of a family matter, slipped out of the nursery and darted to sit next to Springheart.
Thistlepad gave a soft smile, "of course! your mother told me she wanted to raise you kits alone and I respected her wishes, but, you two are becoming apprentices soon so I thought I should tell you now!" Stormkit stood up and raced over to Thistlepad, "so… does that mean I can all you dad?" Thistlepad looked down at Stormkit, blinking surprised the older tom chuckled, "no… I don't want your mother clawing my ears off for telling you kits…." Stormkit walked back towards Mistkit, sitting down he scanned Thistlepad, "if he's our dad, why doesn't he have blue eyes? or white paws?" Stormkit whispered to his sister.
Springheart was finishing her rabbit, she was about to take another bite when she felt some-cat sit next to her, looking over she was Vixenkit sitting there. "oh! Vixenkit! you scared me! are you playing hide-and-seek with Mistkit & Stormkit?" The queen asked, flicking her tail tip and took another bite.
Mistkit's eyes narrowed slightly. "He's not even greyish-blue like me." She whispered back, flicking her ear. "Do you think he's really our father?"
Silverpaw and Dewpaw had caught as much prey as they could carry, and it was almost sunhigh, so they grabbed their prey and headed back to camp.
Stormkit shrugged, "maybe it's like a… thing? you might've gotten your pelt color from his mom or something." looking over at Thistlepad, "we've never met him mom," Thistlepad opened his maw when some cat burst into the nursery and jump in front of both him and his sister.
– M E A N W H I L E –
Springheart looked up at the nursery, ignoring that Vixenkit had opened her jaw to speak when she noticed the familiar grey pelt of, Thistlepad?! Jumping up she raced towards the nursery, in a blur she jumped in front of her kits and snarled, "Thistlepad! get away from my kits!" she hissed, her tan pelt bristling. Thistlepad jumped back, surprised that Springheart yelled at him. "I was just–" "You where what?! telling Mistkit and Stormkit you where their father?! I already told the clan, I would raise them alone!"
Stormkit huddled close to his sister, he was trembling, like an afraid newborn kit that was cold. "M-mistkit, I'm scared!" he squeaked.
Mistkit's eyes were wide and she didn't respond. Her breathing became shallow and fast, and her fur stood on end. She tried to back away, but her body seemed to be frozen in place.
Thistlepad was about to say something when Springheart unsheathed her claws, "I suggest you leave, I won't hesitate to claw you, Thistlepad" Springheart spat his name like a piece of rotten prey. Thistlepad looked down at the kits, fear trapped in his golden gaze, soon he narrowed his eyes, "Springheart." Springheart lifted her head, she stood tall, taking a step forward Thistlepad gulped and turned and left the nursery. Springheart watched the tom leave before he turned back and looked down at her kits, a wave of shame washed over her as she curled up next to them, wrapping her tail around them. "i'm sorry" she whispered, "I'm so, so sorry…" Springheart leaned down and licked both of her kits, "Did he say anything to you?"
Stormkit blinked, looking over at Mistkit who screwed her eyes shut and was huddled next to him, she was trembling, Stormkit nudged her gently causing Mistkit to give a squeal of fear before she looked up at Stormkit.
Mistkit's eyes were wide and full of fear as she stared at her mother. "He s-said that…..that he w-was our f-father.." She stuttered, her body still trembling. "Why…why were you so…mad at him…?"
(If I may, Can I join?)
Springheart froze, she looked at Mistkit, she pulled her kits closer to her, "Because he's not your father…." Springheart said her voice held very little emotion, "He's been mooning over me since we were apprentices, when he found out I was expecting, he was ecstatic, I told him multiple times I would raise you two alone but its gone over his head…" Springheart sighed, "im so sorry you two, I never wanted you to see me like that…"
(Go ahead Mosis!)
"But why would he lie to us?" Mistkit asked, her voice a little less shaky. "Why would he tell us that if it wasn't true?"
(Ill get my character up soon)
Cat Name: Shadow claw
Pelt and eye color: Pitch black, baby blue
Gender: Male
Personality: Nice, Funny, mean, cold.
Other:
(Is he good?)
(He is.)
Shadow Claw Entered the woods, not knowing there were other cats there. He looked to the ground, his stomach grumbling. He hasn't eaten in two days. He saw a bird. Perfect…Food… He thought. Pouncing on it. He catch it but he bumped into another cat "Who are you…" He hissed aloud.
Silverpaw stumbled back as the cat she had run into hissed at her. "Sorry! I didn't see you," She mewed, picking up the prey she had been carrying, leaving the newcomer's bird alone. Dewpaw looked the tom up and down. "You're on our territory. Who are you?" Her sky blue eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head slightly.
Mistkit jumped up and squealed excitedly as Springheart mentioned the ceremony. She could hardly sit still as her mother groomed her.
"Territory? God…For the lives of me…look I'm sorry…" He'd sigh. "What do you want…Last time I was in a.. 'Territory' I lost my second life…I'm not losing my third…" He'd hiss. "What's your name? What pack are you in..?" He circled the cat.
"We were just taking prey back to our camp…" Silverpaw muttered, "And we live in WindClan. I'm Silverpaw, and this is Dewpaw." The gray apprentice flicked her tail as the silver tabby said her name. "What do you mean by lives? Are you the leader of one of the other Clans?" Dewpaw asked, sharply.
