Hi, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was enjoying my summer too much.
Silversong: It is a weird coincidence that we both have characters named Moonfur. I probably won't be as cruel to her, of course that's all a matter of perspective. This chapter should solve your questions about Wrenwing's kit's
Dovekit: I like the name Wrenwing too.
I do not own warriors. I only write fanfiction.
Moonfur sat on a rock near the path up the gorge watching as the Clan slowly woke up. It had been three days since her warrior ceremony, and each morning she would sit and watch the sky. The first day, Leafstar had asked her why she was up so early. She just shrugged and said "I've always been an early riser. The only reason i slept later the past few days was because i was so tired from our journey."
She liked the quiet before dawn where she could think and watch as the sun rose, and with it, SkyClan. This morning, she could see Echosong outside her den. Moonfur had noticed that for the past two days, she had been the first to get up after she had. This morning, she also seemed to be watching the sky.
Moonfur got up and walked over to the medicine cat. She took her eyes away from the sky to face her.
"Just wondering what it is you seem to see up there," said Echosong.
"Oh, I just love to watch the sun rise and the last of the stars disappear. It's so peaceful. My mother said that my father liked it too," said Moonfur.
"You must be pretty happy for Wrenwing and Weaselclaw," said Echosong.
" I am, but...I just... I can't help but feel a bit jealous of them. They have each other, and soon they will have their kits. I on the other hand, have no family."
"What about your brother?"
"I guess, you could say that, but I have no way of knowing if he's even still alive."
"You always refer to him as 'my brother' or 'him' or 'he'. Why do you never say his name?"
"I don't know. I can't really explain it, but I get this weird feeling that one day, his name will be either feared or hated, or both."
"What was his name?"
"...His name was Sol. I sometimes called him Lion, because his silhouette looked just like a lion."
"How were you two seperated?"
Moonfur sighed. "Less than favorable circumstances." She looked over to where Sharpclaw was calling together cats for the dawn patrol. "They'd better be careful. There's rain on the wind."
"Why is Patchfoot coming this way?" asked Echosong.
"How would I know?"
"When Patchfoot got to them, he seemed to hesitate before asking "Sharpclaw wanted me to ask you if you would like to join the patrol. Y'know, since you're already awake."
"Sure," said Moonfur. She noticed that Patchfoot seemed a little bit nervous.
"Really? Great! I mean, come on, then."
As they were traveling along the edge of the Twolegplace, a tabby cat leaped onto the fence surrounding one of the gardens.
"Hey guys," he called
"Hello, Hutch," said Sharpclaw
"Who's this?" he asked seeing Moonfur.
"This is Moonfur. Moonfur, this is Hutch," said Rockfall.
"Hello," said Moonfur.
"We should get moving," said Sharpclaw. The patrol turned to leave.
"Wait!" said Hutch.
The patrol turned back.
""There's something I need to tell you," said Hutch. "A couple of days ago, there were some strange cats here. One of them predicted a storm. I didn't see where they went, because I had to go in for dinner."
"It's okay," said Patchfoot.
"What about the storm? It's looking pretty threatening this morning, and there was rain on the wind."
"It's probably just a coincidence," said Patchfoot. Just as he said it, it began to rain, and the wind picked up.
"Don't be too sure now. Some cats are very sensitive," said Moonfur. "Come on, we need to get moving. We don't want to be caught out in the open if there's lightning."
Patchfoot and Sharpclaw nodded in agreement, while Hut6ch retreated back inside. They began their way back to the camp. A few seconds later, they found themselves running through a torrential downpour, with flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder.
"Odd this time of year," said Sharpclaw when they got back to camp.
"It came from the west. It probably started over the sea and came inland. Storms like that are common this time of year. This is the remnant of it. I can tell, because it's not as windy as it would have been at full power," said turned and saw Patchfoot, Sharpclaw, and Rockfall looking at her oddly.
"I get around," she said.
In an old abandoned Twoleg nest, seven cats sat sleeping or eating mice out of the rain. Except for the two who sat in the entrance looking up at the sky.
"Weird," said one of them. "It's earlier than I thought it would be."
"Hunter," said the other.
"What Bear?"
"You're four moons old," said Bear.
"So?"
"So, you're going to get stuff messed up. Why Screech is relying on you for his daily weather forecast, I have no clue."
"You're no older, Bear."
"Duh, that's because I'm your brother, a fact that Screech never seems to acknowledge."
"Come on, I'm sure you'll be a great fighter."
"Screech probably doesn't even think I'm worth training."
"Oh, don't be like that. Screech will train you. Then you'll show him what a great fighter you are. He always notices the great fighters. And me."
Bear sighed. "I guess you're right. Say, do you have anything for tomorrow? Any rain, wind, hail, or earthquakes?"
"Nope."
"Maybe we could go out and catch one of those rats that live nearby."
"Bear, those things are bigger than you."
"Fine. I'll show you how to make a squirrel fall out of a tree instead."
"Yay! I've always wanted to learn how you do that."
"I'm hungry," said Bear suddenly.
"Me too. Let's go see if there's any prey left from when Rabbit went hunting earlier."
As the two kits turned and walked farther into the nest, a tortoiseshell tom was passing outside the nest. He had heard the part of the conversation about knocking squirrels out of trees, and his pale eyes were glimmering with a measured amount of amusement.
"Well that was weird," he said, and continued on his way.
Yeah, Sol at the end was kind of random. I just put him in there because I felt like it.
I hadn't originally intended for Bear and Hunter to be that young, but I realized that for their characters to be ready later, that's the age they probably had to be. As a result, Wolf will be around that age too. Sorry for the fact that last time they were mentioned, the rouges numbered eight. I'll just put that the eighth died.
Now, before I forget, don't expect another update for about three weeks or so, since I'm going on vacation at the end of next week.
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