"I can't believe you didn't tell me. You had just seen me and you didn't tell me then?" Sparkfur glanced over at the three kits that clung close to Frostheart. Gray was at the far edge of the den, nursing her three kits plus Briarkit. DrizzleClan had brought back every rogue queen and their kits safely, Gray was being extra gently with the two kits who had been separated from her. The den was too crowded for Sparkfur's taste, but the outside forest was bitter cold, with a thick layer of snow blanketing the woods.
"We planned on it, honestly!" Berryfoot assured. "We wanted to surprise you, when you did come back." Sparkfur shook her ears lightly. Gray's kits were mewing loudly, their ears were pricked and eyes wide open, trying …show more content…
"Her tail is as red as a squirrel," Grey noted from her nest. Frostheart's face lit up.
"Squirrelkit!" She blurted. The white kit was larger than the others, with a thick furred red tabby tail, a splotch in between her ears.
Sparkfur opened her mouth to say something, when he crunching of snow caught her attention. She turned her head, looking out the small gap in the stone den. She could see larger paws of a full grown dark gray cat, along side a small set of lighter gray paws. The young cat poked their head in, a tortoiseshell kit swinging in their jaws. That's the kit belonged to that queen who helped nurse Frostheart's kits while she was in battle... That means that the other cat is probably--
Sparkfur was pushed out of her best as the light gray apprentice shoved his way into the den, the dark gray cat following with a dark gray kit in her jaws.
"Cinderstep!" Frostheart purred, her mismatch eyes wide with surprise.
"Sorry to make it even more cramped in here--" the dark gray queen murmured, setting her kit down. He appeared around a moon old, his eyes wide open and ears pulled back sassily from the …show more content…
When I become leader I'll change that."
"Who says you'll be leader? You'd have to beat Berryfoot in a fight."
"I know how it works, Sparkfur." He growled. "I'm going to see the patrol that just came back. Do whatever you want, it's not like I can stop you." He passed off to the the medicine den. Sparkfur's eyes flashed for a moment there, I thought he could actually be bearable enough to have a conversation with... She padded after him, down into the underground cave-like den. She remembered when there had once been empty nests, but now as she looked down into the den from one of the stone platform steps, most every moss best was occupied.
"Sparkfur! Don't tell me your down here for wounds, too..." Asterfoot gazed up at her, herbs in his jaws. Her sharp green gaze softened. He looked so tired, his blue-gray fur mussed in a few spots, his tail half dropping. Her eyes searched for Waspclaw, spotting him and Berryfoot hunched over a badly wounded black she-cat, Amberleaf quickly applying herbs.
"No..." She murmured softly, slinking down into the den carefully. "Do you need any help with that?" She nodded to the wad of comfrey in his jaws. He purred
"We planned on it, honestly!" Berryfoot assured. "We wanted to surprise you, when you did come back." Sparkfur shook her ears lightly. Gray's kits were mewing loudly, their ears were pricked and eyes wide open, trying …show more content…
"Her tail is as red as a squirrel," Grey noted from her nest. Frostheart's face lit up.
"Squirrelkit!" She blurted. The white kit was larger than the others, with a thick furred red tabby tail, a splotch in between her ears.
Sparkfur opened her mouth to say something, when he crunching of snow caught her attention. She turned her head, looking out the small gap in the stone den. She could see larger paws of a full grown dark gray cat, along side a small set of lighter gray paws. The young cat poked their head in, a tortoiseshell kit swinging in their jaws. That's the kit belonged to that queen who helped nurse Frostheart's kits while she was in battle... That means that the other cat is probably--
Sparkfur was pushed out of her best as the light gray apprentice shoved his way into the den, the dark gray cat following with a dark gray kit in her jaws.
"Cinderstep!" Frostheart purred, her mismatch eyes wide with surprise.
"Sorry to make it even more cramped in here--" the dark gray queen murmured, setting her kit down. He appeared around a moon old, his eyes wide open and ears pulled back sassily from the …show more content…
When I become leader I'll change that."
"Who says you'll be leader? You'd have to beat Berryfoot in a fight."
"I know how it works, Sparkfur." He growled. "I'm going to see the patrol that just came back. Do whatever you want, it's not like I can stop you." He passed off to the the medicine den. Sparkfur's eyes flashed for a moment there, I thought he could actually be bearable enough to have a conversation with... She padded after him, down into the underground cave-like den. She remembered when there had once been empty nests, but now as she looked down into the den from one of the stone platform steps, most every moss best was occupied.
"Sparkfur! Don't tell me your down here for wounds, too..." Asterfoot gazed up at her, herbs in his jaws. Her sharp green gaze softened. He looked so tired, his blue-gray fur mussed in a few spots, his tail half dropping. Her eyes searched for Waspclaw, spotting him and Berryfoot hunched over a badly wounded black she-cat, Amberleaf quickly applying herbs.
"No..." She murmured softly, slinking down into the den carefully. "Do you need any help with that?" She nodded to the wad of comfrey in his jaws. He purred