...I stared with curiosity. "What's that?" I leaped for the dog fur.
"No," Bluefur started, "it's for White--"
I already hooked it with my claw and chased it around the nursery. "Look! I'm Thistleclaw, attacking that mangy dog!"
"Keep your voice down!" Snowfur shushed me.
I pinned the dog fur down. "I hate the nursery! It's too full of kits. I'm never allowed to play anymore. I should be in the apprentices' den with Lionpaw. I bet he doesn't have to take afternoon naps."
"Maybe not," Bluefur purred, "but he wishes he could."
"What's going on?" Whitekit drowsily lifted his head.
A HALF-MOON LATER, ROBINWING HAD HER two daughters: Frostkit and Brindlekit. There were now four kits in the nursery, and it was getting too crowded; with all the queens, and the fathers and the families and friends that visit. Bluefur came to visit a day after Robinwing's kits were born.
"Wow," Bluefur maneuvered around the chaos. "It's so busy!"
"The nursery hasn't been this full since we were kits," Snowfur agreed.
"It's too busy," I interrupted. "There's no room for proper games now!"
"Why don't you go out and play?" Leopardfoot suggested. "You could now show Frostkit and Brindlekit the...
I THINK I HAVE FAILED TO MENTION that I was the nosiest kit ThunderClan had ever seen. Well, at that time, when I saw something interesting, I would blurt it out. I've proved that when, one day, Snowfur and Thistleclaw had a scandallous conversation (in my opinion). I swear, I was nosier than the notorious elders!
It was a quarter moon after Pinestar left, and Leopardfoot said that I could go in the clearing. I saw Snowfur come out of the medicine cat's den. She sighed deeply, and her eyes glowed. Thistleclaw ran over to her.
THE PATROL CAME BACK AROUND SUNSET, and things looked like it wasn't fun. "There was a RiverClan patrol at Sunningrocks!" Sunfall exclaimed. "We drove them off." I stared, absentmindedly, adoring the warriors' battle scars. "Where's Pinestar?" Leopardfoot's panicked mew got me to my senses. *Where is Pinestar?* He was never at the camp, and he hardly sees us. "Can I go outside?" I asked Leopardfoot. She nodded. "But don't go to far." I leapt out of the nursery. The warriors that were on patrol were wounded. I observed Featherwhisker, as he tended everyone's wounds. Right then, he was taking...
NOT EVEN A QUARTER MOON WENT BY, and by now, we knew almost everyone in the Clan. One day, a small, pale ginger she-cat walked in. "Hello, Goldenpaw," Leopardfoot greeted the she-cat. "Hi, Leopardfoot," the she-cat--Goldenpaw--mewed. "I'm here to change the bedding." Leopardfoot scooted us up. Nightkit drowsily got up, since she was finishing her nap. While I leaped up from the nest, my sisters slowly walked behind. I had grown stronger and improved well, as Featherwhisker had said. I gave a questioning look. "How is it, being a warrior?" I asked Goldenpaw. Leopardfoot purred. "She's not a...
..."Tigerkit! Tigerkit!" I felt one of my sisters nudging me awake. "Wake up! Open your eyes! It's beautiful out here!" "Come on, Tigerkit!" my other sister squeaked. "Just open them!" I then drowsily opened my eyes. Everything was so big! I turned to face my two sisters. One was a pale gray and the other was night black. I turned to face a larger she-cat, whose fur was raven black, except for a small scar on her flank that seemed noticeable from unevenly grown fur. "You've opened your eyes!" the she-cat whispered. "Pinestar will be pleased." I was guessing that she was Leopardfoot, my mother....
This story goes back to the time when Tigerstar was a kit...
THERE WAS SO MANY QUESTIONS I WANTED to ask. *Why can't I open my eyes? Why can't I speak? Why do I feel so weak? Where am I? What are all these scents?* But, for some reason, I couldn't even mew. "So," I head a tom mew, "what are you going to name them?" *What's a name?* A she-cat then rasped, "The two she-kits will be called Mistkit and Nightkit." "Lovely names, Leopardfoot," the tom praised. "What about the tom?" "The tom?" the she-cat--Leopardfoot--rasped, "I think I'll call him...Tigerkit." Then, Leopardfoot's tongue licked between...
I heard this song by Creed, that sounds really good for Tigerstar, later on in his life.
(Walking around I hear the sounds, of the earth seeking relief. I'm trying to find a reason to live, But the mindless clutter my path. Oh these thorns in my side, Oh these thorns in my side. I know I have something free. I have something so, alive. I think they shoot cause they want it. I think they shoot cause they want it.) I think they shoot cause they want it!!!
I feel forces all around me, Come on raise your head. Those who hide behind the shadows, Live with all that's dead.