(Random NPCs make it fun)
Silverpaw and Dewpaw had been hard at work. So far, they had caught a few mice, a squirrel, and a thrush. Dewpaw glanced at the sky, and was about to speak, when Silverpaw put her tail over her sister's mouth. "Shh…" She whispered, "Look." Two pigeons were standing a few fox lengths away, pecking at the earth. The two apprentices crouched down, and crept as close as they could. "One….two…" Dewpaw whispered, "Three!" They pounced, killing their prey easily.
Swanpaw entered the camp carrying a bundle of herbs. She padded to the medicine den, and set them down. "I'm back, Whitestreak! I got everything you asked for." The black and white tom looked up. "Thank you, Swanpaw." He replied, taking the bundle. "Go get something to eat." He told his apprentice, "You deserve a break." Swanpaw nodded, and left the den.
Mistkit opened her eyes and sat up when she heard her name. She got to her paws and crept closer to the entrance of the nursery. Springheart said a name that Mistkit had never heard before. Thistlepad? Who's Thistlepad? She scampered back to the nest, and prodded Stormkit with her paw. "Stormkit! Wake up!"
Stormkit blinked awake, opening his maw in a huge yawn, in a heartbeat the kit had jumped to his paws, wobbling a bit before balancing. "is the camp being attacked?! I'll fight a ShadowClan warrior! just watch Mistkit!" Stormkit boasted, wiggling his hanches, he was about to jump out and attack a cat when Mistkit jumped on his back. Stormkit squirmed underneath his sisters weight, "your heavy! get off!" he squeaked.
"Ah." Swiftstar mewed. "I'm ashamed to say my mind has been on other matters, with reports of RiverClan crossing the border and Whitestreak says that StarClan has been overly quiet recently." She looked up kindly at her friend, "What has been on your mind?"
Vixenkit blinked her eyes open, awoken by Mistkit and Stormkit's muttering. "What are you two mewing about?" She snapped. "You're louder than ThunderClan at a gathering"
Springheart sighed, her violet eyes clouded with shame, greif, and fear but her smile seemed to tell that she was alright, "Thistlepad has been trying to become a father of sorts for Mistkit and Stormkit, I did tell the whole clan that I would raise these kits alone but it seems to have gone over Thistlepad's head," Springheart shuffled her paws, "I don't like to talk about the kits father…"
Stormkit hissed, "Mistkit started it–" Stormkit quieted right up when he heard his mother, Springheart, mention his name. Looking up he saw Swiftstar standing in front of his mother, "Is mom talking about us?" he mewed, clearly confused as he struggled to his paws, Mistkit tumbled off of him and onto the soft moss bedding the two siblings had previously just been napping on.
Mistkit scrambled to her paws. "Yeah. And she was talking about Thistlepad, too. Have we met him?" She tilted her head. "I don't think we've met everyone in the Clan yet." The small she-kit shook out her fur, her violet eyes on the two full-grown she-cats.
Stormkit blinked, "isn't Thistlepad that grey tom that came in yesterday? he gave mom some food," Stormkit looked out onto the clearing, narrowing his eyes to see if he could make out the tom yesterday. "I was half-asleep so I could be wrong…" Stormkit squeaked, realizing he could sound crazy, 'seeing random ghost cats?' he thought.
"Oh. I see." Swiftstar looked over her shoulder to see if Thistlepad was nearby. "I can talk to him if you're not okay with it." She focused her mismatched eyes back on her friend.
Springheart flicked her tail, "that would be nice, and if you do see him and end up talking to him about it, tell him to never visit the kits…. I don't want them to think Thistlepad is their father…"
"I will do that," Swiftstar said, affectionately putting her paw on top of her friend's. "It will be the kit's apprentice ceremony soon, any idea for how you think should mentor them?" She asked, trying to lighten her friend's mood.
Springheart smiled, "maybe Mistkit could get Hareflight, she's a calm and fast cat and Im sure Mistkit could do well with her, Stormkit…. im not to sure…. maybe Splashnose? or what about Barkclaw? there are too many cats to balance out Stormkit's loud personality!" she chuckled, "do you have any ideas?" She asked her leader.
(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.
