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Blizzardstar’s Storm - Chapter 1

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The camp bustled with movement, pawsteps quietly thudding against the ground outside. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the bramble thicket as the three kits slept. Blizzardkit immediately noticed the loss of warmth, opening his eyes to see his mother had left. Disappointment prickled at his pelt as he sighed, looking out of the nursery entrance, seeing it was sunhigh already. The gray and white tabby spotted his mother, Whitefur, organizing hunting patrols in the clearing, one consisting of a black and white she-cat, a golden tabby tom, and a tortoiseshell she-cat. She’s never here in the nursery, Blizzardkit grumbled, flattening his ears, pawing at the moss beneath his claws. He glanced down at his littermates who were curled up beside him, his whiskers twitching in amusement at Spiderkit’s soft snores, his troubles quickly forgotten.

“Wake up, sleepyheads,” Blizzardkit mewed, nudging his littermates with his paw.

Splashkit began to rouse, her mouth opening wide as she yawned, lifting her head. Their brother, however, groaned, rolling onto his belly. “Can’t we sleep for just a few more moments?” He mewed.

“I thought you were going to be the greatest warrior in StormClan?” Splashkit teased, rising to her paws and prodding him as well. 

“Yeah, well, warriors need their sleep.”

“Maybe we should sneak some mouse bile from the medicine den and stick it under his muzzle next time,” Blizzardkit suggested, a smirk spreading on his face. He knew from visiting the elders that the liquid was useful in removing ticks, but its foul stench could startle any cat. Mousetail complains about it all the time, Blizzardkit smiled to himself as he thought about the old, scraggly brown tom, and how the medicine cat apprentice, Bluepaw, would remind Mousetail of the pain caused by the parasites, and how much it could worsen if he didn’t pull them out. He shuddered as he recalled the apprentice’s warning of how the wound could get infected.

Blizzardkit’s thoughts were broken by a yelp of “No!” from Spiderkit, who immediately jumped to his paws as his littermates giggled. 

“Come on, let’s go outside!” Splashkit squeaked, bounding out of the den.

“Wait for us!” Blizzardkit mewed, chasing after his sister with Spiderkit on his tail. As he caught up to Splashkit, he crouched, wriggling his hindquarters and leaping off the ground, landing squarely onto the silver and white kit. She yelped as they tumbled across the clearing, Blizzardkit hearing their brother’s snickers behind them as they collided into something. He looked up to see an amused, gray tabby tom, his tail held high, as Blizzardkit was still pinning Splashkit down with his paws. 

It’s Lightningstar! Blizzardkit thought, staring up at his father. Spiderkit bounded up next to them, and Splashkit rolled out from under Blizzardkit.

“That was a nice leap, Blizzardkit,” Lightningstar commented, amusement shining in his eyes. “You’ll all become fine warriors one day.”

Blizzardkit ducked his head in embarrassment, giving his chest fur a few licks, but also feeling a surge of pride running through his pelt.

“Could you give us a badger ride?” Spiderkit mewed, his wide, eager eyes gazing imploringly up at their father. 

“Yeah, pleeeease?” Splashkit piped up.

“I don’t see why not,” Lightningstar meows, giving them a soft smile. He crouched, his belly pressed to the ground as he waited for them to get on. The three kits climbed onto his back, and he slowly stood up, careful not to make any sudden movements. 

“Ready?” Lightningstar asked.

The three kits voiced their agreement, and their father padded around the camp, lumbering around like a badger. Suddenly, a black tom burst through the entrance, with one ear bleeding and scratches on his pelt.

 “Lightningstar!” He yowled, rushing over to the gray tabby, his breath coming quick and short. The tom looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his fur on end and his blue eyes wide.

“Ravenflight? What happened?” Lightningstar asked, letting his kits off his back as the StormClan medicine cat, Leafpelt, padded over, looking over the black tom’s injuries. 

“There’s a group of rogues on our territory, near the Twolegplace. They caught me off guard and attacked me,” Ravenflight meowed, as he followed Leafpelt to the medicine den, explaining to Lightningstar, who was on his tail. 

Blizzardkit watched them go, his littermates beside him. I wonder if he’s going to be okay. Fawnleap must be worried. He’d seen Ravenflight visit the nursery a few times to talk to her, and assumed that they were mates. He glanced around the clearing, spotting the brown and white queen who was staring at the medicine den anxiously. Blizzardkit followed her gaze, hearing faint murmurs from his clanmates around him as he wondered when his father would come out again. The silence between them was broken with Splashkit’s mew, taking their minds off of what had just happened.

“We should go get something to eat,” she says, nudging both her littermates. Spiderkit nodded, following after her, and Blizzardkit’s gaze lingered on the medicine den before agreeing, feeling a pang of hunger hit him as he padded over to the fresh-kill pile. Splashkit grabbed a mouse for the three of them to share, dropping it down at their paws. They took turns taking bites out of the mouse, and Blizzardkit relished in the savory taste, closing his eyes. He licked his chops, feeling satisfied as the last bits of mice were swallowed down.

“I can’t wait for us to become apprentices,” Blizzardkit says, excitement sparkling in his eyes. He wondered who his mentor would be, and feared that it would be someone mean and strict. Lightningstar wouldn’t give me a mentor like that. He tried to reassure himself, but the thought still lingered at the back of his head, gnawing at him. What if they were secretly mean?

“But we have to wait three moons,” Splashkit sighed, prodding at the now bare mouse.

“That’s so looong though, I want to learn all the battle moves and become the greatest warrior StormClan has ever seen!” Spiderkit yipped, flexing his claws.

“Yeah, we know, you’re always talking about it,” Blizzardkit teased, nudging him. 

“I think I’d rather hunt than fight,” Splashkit mewed wistfully. “Fighting the other clans seems so scary.”

“Not as scary as us! We’re the strongest clan!” Spiderkit squeaked. He turned to his brother, asking, “What would you want to be, Blizzardkit?”

Blizzardkit pondered the question for a bit, tilting his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Maybe you’ll become a medicine cat,” Spiderkit mewed. “Remember that one time you said you saw a leaf on a branch that wouldn’t fall when it was really windy?”

“I think that was just a leaf, Spiderkit,” Splashkit rolled her eyes, smiling.

“A weird leaf.”

“Yeah, and hedgehogs fly.”

“Maybe I’ll become leader and boss you around,” Blizzardkit’s half-hearted mew interrupted them, pausing before he gave more thought into the question. “It seems like a lot of responsibility though. Lightningstar is always so busy.” A pang of sadness hit him as he spoke the last part, remembering back to his mother’s apology. Your father and I have to do our duties. He wondered, if he really became leader and had kits, would he be busy too? Don’t be mouse-brained, Blizzardkit thought as he shook out his pelt, trying to get rid of his thoughts, seeing his littermates glancing at him with a look of worry. They do play with us sometimes, and that’s better than nothing. They care about and love us. His gaze swept around the camp, noticing a silver tabby and a white and ginger tabby sharing a squirrel, a lean, lithe black tom speaking in a hushed tone to a big, gray tom under the shadows of the trees overhead, a black and white she-cat sharing tongues with a tortoiseshell she-cat, and his other clanmates gone on hunting patrols. “I’d have to be in charge of all these cats,” he finally added, letting out a long sigh. 

“Yeah, imagine having to do all that,” Splashkit mewed, staring off into the distance, at the large, jagged boulder at the back of the camp called Skyrock. Lightningstar would leap to the top of the rock and call clan meetings from it, but lately, there hasn’t been any news to share, other than the rogues that had attacked Ravenflight earlier. Peace was amongst the clans. Silence fell upon them as they were lost in their own thoughts, before being broken by Spiderkit.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you guys! I found a secret entrance in the camp a few days ago,” his eyes lit up with enthusiasm, getting their attention. 

“We shouldn’t go outside the camp though,” Splashkit mewed. “It’s dangerous.”

 “Yeah, those rogues that attacked Ravenflight could– could eat us! Or what if a fox attacks us?” Blizzardkit’s eyes were round with worry as anxiety prickled at him. “Lightingstar and Whitefur would have our pelts.”

“It’ll only be for a few minutes. Besides, don’t you want to see what’s outside the camp instead of being cooped up all day?” Spiderkit says, swishing his tail excitedly.

Blizzardkit still felt worry worming into him as he shifted on his paws restlessly, but a part of him admitted to himself that he did in fact want to see what was outside the StormClan camp. He glanced at his sister who shot Spiderkit a look before sighing. “Fine, but if we get in trouble, we’re blaming you.”

The gray tom grinned, and with a flick of his tail, signaled for them to follow. Splashkit and Blizzardkit did as told, slinking after him across the camp, Blizzardkit checking over his shoulder once in a while, scared that someone would catch them. They followed him into a small opening in the thicket near the apprentice den, leaves rustling around them as they slid through the undergrowth. Luckily, no one seemed to notice the trio of kits disappearing from camp, and Blizzardkit let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. 

A light breeze greeted them as they stared out into the forest, dancing in between the trees and brushing against their fur. Blizzardkit felt the soft blades of grass tickle his paw pads, raising his head to taste the air, scents wafting and mingling together, flooding his mouth and overwhelming his senses. Leaves rustled around him and he could sense tiny heartbeats in the shrubbery beating steadily. He swept his gaze around quickly, taking in the contrast between the StormClan camp, situated on top of a small hill, and the forest surrounding it. To their left was a clearing where the forest opened up, fallen logs and small rocks decorating the area. He turned his attention to the oak trees in front of them, his gaze sweeping over the woods before his interest was caught on one particular tree; a gnarly tree that had parts of its bark stripped off and blackened, a crack splitting it open down the middle, stopping near the middle of the trunk. A gasp escaped him as he stared at it in awe, nudging his littermates to get their attention.  

“Look!” Blizzardkit tilted his head, angling his ears towards the direction of the tree. His littermates turned to follow his gaze, both gasping in wonder as well. 

“I wonder what happened for it to become like that,” Splashkit mewed, her eyes shining bright with curiosity. 

“Come on, let’s take a closer look!” Spiderkit squeaked.

“Oh, no you won’t,” a voice came from behind them, as the kits spun around in alarm, looking up to see Whitefur fixing them with a disapproving and worried look.

They froze, knowing they were in trouble now. 

“You shouldn’t go outside of the camp,” their mother scolded, picking Spiderkit up by the scruff—to his squeals of protest—and nudging the two other kits back inside. “Hawks fly around looking for kits to eat. And I’m not going to let that happen to my kits.”

Her voice softened as she sighed, meowing, “Come on, let’s get you all back inside where it’s safe.” She whisked them away, leading them back through the secret entrance. Blizzardkit glanced back one last time, staring longingly out into the woods, wondering what was beyond the forest. A new spark of interest had ignited in him. But for now, he knew their mother was angry at them for breaking the rules, putting themselves in danger and sneaking out of camp.

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