Thread:Winterwhisper432/@comment-26879954-20160618144209

“It was a stormy night, the thunder was loud and the clan was short of prey,” the old elder started her story. The kits looked unamused.

“Uhhh Mudface,” Mosskit said, “you told us that story like a billion gazillion times.”

“What!?” Mudface seemed puzzled.

Both kits, Mosskit and Shimmerkit, rolled their eyes. “I think we should be leaving.” Shimmerkit exclaimed.

Mudface stood up, “Wait, I haven’t told you the time when Tabbitstar nearly fell of a gorge!”

Mosskit and Shimmerkit looked at each other, then at Mudface. “First of all,” Mosskit meowed, “it’s Rabbitstar . Second, we know Rabbitstar nearly fell because that happened yesterday, everyone was awake except for you.” Before Mosskit had even finished his sentence Mudface had fallen asleep. “Ignorant cow.” Mosskit whispered.

Mosskit and Shimmerkit walked out of the elders’ den, padding to the WindClan fresh-kill. “Hmm, do you want a fat rabbit or a skinny one?” Shimmerkit asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hmm, better go with the skinny one.” Mosskit replied. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’ll go on a diet. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mosskit thought to himself. “Where do you want to eat?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shimmerkit looked around the camp. “Let’s eat beside the warriors’ den, I wanna hear gossip.” The kits walked and ate beside the den. Shimmerkit pricking her ears so she can hear for any voices.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ravenstep’s foot is too big!” “Hayflower’s belly is too fat!” “Mothleg’s teeth are weird.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shimmerkit looked at Mosskit, “It’s all coming from Gorsenose.” After she said her sentence a brown and white she-cat came out of the den. Gorsenose looked at the kits.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You two are too small.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Thank you Uglynose.” Mosskit replied. Gorsenose shook her head and walked away. “She needs a new nose, it looks like it’s about to fall.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shimmerkit nodded and ate.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A young apprentice, Heatherpaw, padded toward the two kits. “Hey there you two.” She sat by the two.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hi Heatherpaw!” The two kits said in unison. Mosskit realized that Heatherpaw seemed a bit upset. “Heatherpaw, you seem kind of downcast, what’s wrong?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Heatherpaw only looked at the prey, but not at Shimmerkit and Mosskit. “Oh it’s nothing.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh come on tell us!” Shimmerkit pleaded.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, it’s just...Rabbitstar....and...uhh--”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Rabbitstar losing his last life?” Both of the kits said creepily together. “We gotta stop doing that!” They both again said it in unison.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well you both read my mind.” Heatherpaw continued, “He already lost eight lives, he could lose his last one any day now. Even now.” Shimmerkit and Mosskit looked at each other.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t worry, Heatherpaw! Our deputy, Swiftpelt, will be a great leader after Rabbitstar!” Shimmerkit told her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Heatherpaw looked at both of them, “I’m sure he will, but who will he choose as deputy? Hayflower? Sweetpoppy? Mintnose? Nettlefish?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mosskit and and Shimmerkit looked at each other then at Heatherpaw. “Heatherpaw, you’ll be the leader of WindClan!” Both kits exclaimed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Heatherpaw looked at them, weirdly, “Pssh, yeah right. Swiftpelt, would choose some cat like Hayflower, Sweetpoppy, Mintnose, Nettlefish, or even Mistpaw!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, we need to go now, Patchflower could need us in the nursery.” Shimmerkit announced.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As the kits were leaving they looked back at Heatherpaw and smiled, “Bye Heather <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">star <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">.” She heard them whisper.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">--MANY MOONS LATER--

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Heatherstar walked around her camp at night. Enjoying her role as the new leader of WindClan. With Gorsefoot as her deputy, WindClan would still remain strong. Heatherstar stopped to look at the night sky, thinking of her ancestors and the ones from her past. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mossdrop...Shimmerlight...how did you two know this would happen? <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">She smiled and walked to her den, wishing that she could give the young deceased warriors a ‘thank you.’ <ac_metadata title="You&#039;ll Be Leader!"> </ac_metadata>