Tigerstar awoke from his slumber, padding out from his den into the sunlight the warm sunlight of late morning. He had been leader for only a few moons now, one of the newest, but he was confident about how he ran things. Life seemed to be going well for SweetClan. He heard the mewls of kits from the nursery and felt a proud purr bubble in his throat. His mate, Specklewish had kitted recently to their first litter. They had named them all only a few days ago, after their eyes had opened and they begun to explore camp. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile, a picked a fresh starling that the dawn patrol had caught, and made his way over to the milky scented den.
He squeezed inside, letting out a mew of greeting and touching noses with his mate. "I brought this for you," he set the bird down, nuzzling it. "I wonder if the kits are ready to try real prey?" Specklewish let out a purr, shaking her head. "Settle down. They are not ready for prey. Give them time, will you?" Tigerstar rolled his eyes, thinking about how overprotective Specklewish was. She was convinced the kits would choke on real food, but Tigerstar didn't believe that.
His pale gaze flitted over to a shadow toward the back of the nursery. His purr grew quieter and he felt a ripple of hostility toward the she-cat who gave him a quick glare, before curling her tail over her nose. Rumors had spread about Willowsong. She had no mate within the Clan, yet she had had two kits. Spottedkit, and one who died shortly after birth. Spottedkit was strange compared to her Clanmates. She was only a moon old and almost reached her mothers shoulder, and she had a coat of perfect dark brown spots. Cats had begun speaking that she was the daughter of a traitor and a kittypet. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 00:50, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt lashed his tail as he led his son into camp, because of him Oatpaw would remain under the scrutiny of Tigerstar until the bicolored tom could prove to Tigerstar he was loyal to SweetClan. How, Crowpelt didn't know. "Go rest, I'll talk to Tigerstar about your assessment." The black-based tabby said as Oatpaw hurried to his nest. My name is Lord Voldemort 00:58, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Willowsong felt Tigerstar's gaze stabbing her pelt like sharp spikes of ice. Anger boiled under her pelt and she her paw tighter around her daughter. Was the Clan wrong though? Was it all just gossip? No, it wasn't. Spottedkit's father was truly a kittypet. But that didn't make Spottedkit a disgrace. Her father was incredible, she thought, a little dreamy. She remembered his strong frame, his handsome face, the glossy spotted coat... If anything, Prometheus had been more of a warrior than all the cats in SweetClan combined. He could take on three dogs. She remembered that day where they met... Willowsong had been wandering through Twolegplace, in search of her sister, who had run away from the Clan to live as a kittypet. She never found her sister, but instead, she met Prometheus.
A pack of dogs had found Willowsong, alone and lost, an easy target. Before they reached her, Prometheus had landed on the ground in front of her, swiping at the dogs with his unsheathed claws. She had never seen a cat like him. He was as big as the dogs. But nothing like them, the dogs were clumsy and ugly, while he was graceful and beautiful. He asked for her name and didn't question why it was so strange. He never questioned anything. They began to see each other all the time, but never truly knew each other, but in a way, they knew each other more than any other cat could. They never spoke of their lives or their pasts. They simply understood one another and nothing could stop the love that formed between them.
Spottedkit was the result. And her sister. Grief tugged at Willowsong's heart. Bunnykit. She passed on after she was born, and now Willowsong only had Spottedkit. She hadn't seen Prometheus in ages... since before she even knew she was expecting kits. Her heart longed to be with him again. What happened to you? Where did you go? She prayed she would see him again. I want you to meet our daughter.
Spottedkit woke from Willowsong's paws and stretched. "Why don't we get some fresh air?" she asked the large kit. She could bear Tigerstar's gaze anymore. She got up and led Spottedkit out of the den, meeting her leaders cold blue eyes as she passed. She returned the cold barb in her own. Prometheus had ruined her life in a sense. Her reputation in the Clan was shattered and she was no longer trusted, just viewed upon as if she were a lowly weasel. Nothing would ever be the same. But even though he had sort of ruined everything, he made it all worth living. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 01:34, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt flicked his ear as he headed to the nursery, he'd told the Clan that Spottedkit was his but everyone could tell that Crowpelt's looks didn't even match the spotted coat of the kitten. My name is Lord Voldemort 01:37, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Willowsong lifted her gaze as she noticed Crowpelt and she quietly murmured, "Hi." She appreciated he had tried to cover for her and Spottedkit, saying he was the father, even if it was obvious he wasn't. It was still so kind of him to even consider it, and she would be forever grateful to him. Spottedkit trotted over to Crowpelt. She was usually very shy and worried around her Clanmates - who could blame her, when they insulted her every time she came near? - but with Crowpelt, she seemed comfortable. "Can you teach me battle moves?" she asked. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 01:49, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt chuckled at the small Savannah-patterned kitten and motioned with a paw for her to take a stance. "See that leaf? Try to pretend its a BeeClan warrior, show me how you'd attack it." The warrior said. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:42, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Spottedkit locked her golden gaze onto the dead leaf, which fluttered just a little in a soft breeze. Her whiskers twitched. She felt its movement in her fur and could hear the breeze that whistled quietly underneath it. She wasn't sure if she was the only one who heard it or if everyone had such sharp hearing. Spottedkit didn't ponder on it. She slipped away from Crowpelt and stalked the leaf. I would sneak attack, she decided. Ambush was always such a fascinating form of attack in her mind. Quick and silent. Strike fast. They would even no what was happening until it was too late. They would never be able to scream for help. They'd be to busy drowning in their blood. (talk about a messed up kid)
She slunk toward it, her intent eyes never wavering for a heartbeat. She pictured the BeeClan warrior. His back was facing her. He didn't know what was happening. Spottedkit sprang, but her leap was too far. Rats! To make matters worse, as she landed, her large paws tripped her so she rolled in the dust. She heard some muffled laughter coming from some older cats who happened to be observing. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 03:01, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt gave an amused mrow before he walked forward. "Your too focused on sneaking up, with your size and build you'll need to lean more towards brute force." Crowpelt wasn't an overly large cat but he wasn't too small neither. The tabby tom summoned a warrior towards him, Ravenheart, it turned out to be. "Watch as Ravenheart attacks, his smaller size gives him the better advantage at more agility than I." My name is Lord Voldemort 03:08, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Spottedkit cursed herself. I wish I wasn't such a giant. But she watched as Ravenheart stalk. He was swift and light, moving with ease over the earth, which made her admire the tom more than before. Ravenheart was one of the few cats in the Clan who was somewhat kind to her. Well, he wasn't very kind to anyone... more just a ghost who walked among cats. He seemed an odd choice for deputy, with how Tigerstar was. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 03:20, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt watched Ravenheart closely. "Now the thing with being larger is that the smaller cats can easily attack and disappear, like what you were trying but don't stalk like your hunting, stalk like your taking down the Clan's leader." Crowpelt turned to Ravenheart. "Claws sheathed," he said before he moved to attack Ravenheart. A paw sweeping at the deputy's hindlegs and another at his flank. My name is Lord Voldemort 03:26, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Spottedkit watched closely, studying every move. Ravenheart almost shuddered when Crowpelt touched him. He hated being touched. He whipped out a paw at Crowpelt's forepaws, hoping to unbalance him. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 03:34, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Ravenheart held back a hiss of annoyance and ducked below Crowpelt, twisting so his back was on the ground and kicked the other warrior in the belly. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 03:48, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt twisted to land a solid paw on Ravenheart's chest, a dark glimmer in the tabbies eyes. He twisted to land another hit on his legs once more. My name is Lord Voldemort 04:02, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Ravenheart darted away, then rounded back to Crowpelt, his pelt bristling and barreled into him, sinking his claws into his leg. Completely forgetting this was a demonstration for a one moon old kit. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 04:05, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt's anger sparked and the memory of the dappled torotiseshell flickered into his mind before he batted the tom away before his paws landed on his chest, teeth bared. "I said claws sheathed," he hissed. My name is Lord Voldemort 04:13, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Ravenheart couldn't stop his anger that boiled to a breaking point inside him. All of the pain and hatred... he lashed his claws across Crowpelt's ears with an angry yowl. Spottedkit backed away, suddenly feeling the fight was getting out of hand. Tigerstar appeared from the nursery, looking cold. "What is going on out here?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 04:18, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt winced at the stining of his ear but didn't make another move to attack Ravenheart. "It was a demonstration that was taken too far." The tabby moved past Tigerstar back into the nurery, guiding Spottedkit in. He had no intention of getting on Tigerstar's bad side although claiming Spottedkit was his probably did it. My name is Lord Voldemort 04:25, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Willowsong frowned and followed Spottedkit and Crowpelt. Spottedkit gave Ravenheart a wary backwards glance and continued walking. "Did it really just go to far?" she asked Crowpelt. Ravenheart sounded like he had wanted to murder him. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 04:27, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt sighed. "Yes, that's all it was." The tabby nodded to Willowsong and Spottedkit. "I'll be back this evening. I've got a patrol to lead." The tabby then nodded to Tigerstar before he once more exited the nursery, barely glancing at Ravenehart. My name is Lord Voldemort 04:38, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Tigerstar flicked his tail in annoyance, turning and heading back into the nursery, while casting a backwards glance at his deputy, who sat a little ways away, smoothing his ruffled fur. He'd have a word with him. His deputy should be able to control his temper. He never thought Ravenheart was fit for his place as deputy. He seemed out of touch with his Clanmates, hardly ever speaking. He also had a history of a bad temper that often got the best of him. Tigerstar wondered what was wrong with that cat... perhaps his parents. But still, StarClan told him to pick Ravenheart as deputy, and he obeyed. Why, he didn't know, but he hoped it was the right choice.
Spottedkit felt unconvinced of Crowpelt's answer, but nodded anyway, murmuring a quiet bye. "Can I see Tigerstar's kits?" she asked Willowsong as they sat outside the nursery. She hoped she could possibly make a few friends. "You know how he feels about you, Spottedkit. He won't want you around them." Any hope at the thought of making friends disappeared and Spottedkit's heart dropped. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 02:32, June 26, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt led himself out of camp. He needed air and intended on visiting Heatherflower's grave. The distant memories of his adventures with her and Ravenheart piercing his heart, the memories only being pushed away and shut off again. No, he mustn't dwell on the past. He had Spottedkit and Willowsong now. In his heart, he did anyway. Willowsong was still strung up on the Kittypet and well Spottedkit wasn't even really his. All of SweerClan knew this. My name is Lord Voldemort 05:12, June 26, 2018 (UTC)
Ravenheart sat at the edge of the clearing in a shadow so he was barely visible, looking more gloomy than he usually did. Heatherflower appeared in his head. Ravenheart wasn't a huge gentleman, when it came to talking to someone he liked, he usually froze up or started choking, or freaked them out, or all of the above. He had talked to Heatherflower before, he had felt comfortable with her. He never felt comfortable around anyone, but something about Heatherflower was reassuring. He had felt safe. But he never had the courage to tell her he loved her. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 12:28, June 27, 2018 (UTC)
Crowpelt sat at the foot of Heatherflower's grave, he had marked it with some daisies, he'd planted some daisy seeds just after she was buried. He sat with his head bowed, the memories of Heatherflower filling his head. Her gentle gaze, he had wanted to tell her how he felt but had never gotten the chance. She had died in a border skirmish with with some rogues that had come into their territory. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:01, June 27, 2018 (UTC)
Tigerstar sat with Specklewish in the nursery while the kits began exploring. Sunkit climbed over the runt of the litter, Patchkit, her paw jabbing him in the muzzle. He let out a mewl of protest and started whacking her with his little white paws, but that didn't seem to be working too well for him. He wriggled out from under her, feeling pretty proud for how small he was. He could easily squeeze away from his siblings! He peered up to the top of the nest with his kitten-blue eyes. He wanted to reach that first. He crawled over, then got into action, digging his claws into the shallow wall of the nest and hauling himself up. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 02:58, June 29, 2018 (UTC)
It didn't take Batkit long to figure out how to get out of the stuff nest. The bicolored tom crouched before he'd leapt at the wall scrambling his way out. He was definitely larger than all of his siblings, he had his fathers tall, broad build and his mother's sweet attitude. Minnowkit on the other hand had her mother's build and Tigerstar's harsh attititude. It took a lot to impress her and Batkit nearly leaping from the nest was not it. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:09, July 16, 2018 (UTC)
Patchkit flopped onto the den floor after Batkit, feeling a crushing anger and disappointment he wasn't the first out of the nest. He pricked his large ears, taking in the noise of his surroundings.
Willowsong sat outside of the nursery while Spottedkit pushed a pebble back and forth with her large paws. She could hear Specklewish and Tigerstar's kits beginning to explore. Her heart ached to go in and offer to give them a tour of the camp. ...maybe I can be friends with them one day. So long as their parents don't know... The thought warmed her heart. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 16:14, July 16, 2018 (UTC)
Batkit stood triumphantly beside the edge of the nest, he could finally explore. He could see a spotted kitten on the other side of the nursery but knew better with Tigerstar in the den than to go talk to her. She was pretty and she looked lonely. Minnowkit was the next out of the next, she used her small body and rather sharp, needle-like claws to scramble from the nest. Her diluted pelt shining when the sunlight hit it. My name is Lord Voldemort 10:44, July 18, 2018 (UTC)
Tigerstar gazed proudly at his kits. "Wait until you see the rest of the camp, you'll love it," he purred. "Just don't get under anyone's paws. You're Clanmates will be grumpy if you trip them or poke your noses into their dens." Patchkit ignored his father and blundered around the den, searching every inch of it with is whiskers and nose. I'm the first to explore the den!
Spottedkit wished Tigerstar would leave. He was their leader. Wasn't he supposed to be busy doing leader-y things? And then if Specklewish fell asleep, that would be the perfect chance for her to try meeting the new kits. But that seemed unlikely. Specklewish was a new mother and probably going to be very protective of her kits - plus she was Frecklewish. Way too nosy and clingy. Spottedkit glanced back over and met the gray tabby she-cat's blue eyes - Cloudkit, who gave her a friendly grin. Spottedkit quickly whipped her head away. She looked at Willowsong, whose eyes were closed with gentle snores coming from her muzzle. "Mom, can I leave camp?" she asked, nudging her mother's flank. "What? No, Spottedkit. You're too young for that. Spottedkit wasn't satisfied. "Please? I won't go far, I promise. I'm not stupid, I'm still young but I know how to protect myself." She wanted to get away from her Clanmates searing stares that always seemed to burn her pelt. She would just leave on her own, but she felt awful if she didn't let Willowsong know. Even if she never found out Spottedkit left, she would still feel horrible. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 05:07, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Batkit bumbled forward, bouncing with excitement. He'd be the first out of his siblings to catch prey, he'd be made warrior first too! Minnowkit sat down, licking her paw.My name is Lord Voldemort 06:52, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Patchkit was studying another nest farther back in the den when a nose bumped his. Terror exploded in his heart and he yelped, managing to do a backflip and landing awkwardly on two paws. Dark blue eyes gazed back at him until the other cat pulled himself out of the shadows, revealing a tom; larger than Patchkit, by a large degree, but no where near as big as his mother or father, so he must still be a kit. "Oh, hi!" the dark tabby tom greeted him. "You must be Tigerstar's runt, Patchkit. I'm Robinkit." Patchkit shyly turned away and hid behind his siblings. Robinkit followed, with a mildly excited expression as he saw the rest of the kits. "Hi, it's nice to meet you all," he greeted them.
Spottedkit heard Robinkit's voice. Oh dear StarClan, not Robinkit. Willowsong had already slipped back to sleep, so if he decided to come over and pick on her, Spottedkit would have to defend herself. She turned her gaze toward the camp entrance, longing to go out there. But she couldn't go without telling her mother. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 17:24, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Patchkit stumbled when his larger sibling pushed him. "Am not! He surprised me, is all," he meowed, trying to sound convincing, even though his heart was still thundering in his chest. Talking to a cat he didn't know was frightening. He realized this was the first Clanmate he'd ever met who weren't his parents. Robinkit let out a mrrow of laughter. "It's okay to be shy." His comment made Patchkit feel a little better. Robinkit's gaze traveled over the other kits. "Have you explored camp yet? Have you met any one else yet? I could show you around and introduce you to our Clanmates." —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 17:58, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
"Shut up!" Patchkit growled shrilly. What if a hawk did try taking him? "I could take on a hawk," he said, quietly. "I can show you around," Robinkit offered, bounding up to Patchkit. PThe calico tom shyly backed away. "I can do it myself." Tigerstar gave Robinkit a fond grin. "You won't have time to show them around, anyway. You're going to be an apprentice today."
Robinkit puffed out his feathery chest in pride. He hadn't forgotten. It sucked that he had to move out of the nursery when Tigerstar's kits had only just started to explore. He had been hoping to befriend them. He never had many friends, besides a few of the apprentices. But no other kits to play with. Besides the dirt-cat. An image of Spottedkit appeared in his mind and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I know. I thought I could show them around before the ceremony." He liked Tigerstar. Robinkit's father had been one of Tigerstar's best friends until his death, and since then, Tigerstar had been almost like a father to him. I wonder if he'll be my mentor. Probably not. "You guys will get to see your first ceremony today," he purred to the kits. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 18:59, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Batkit huffed softly and moved away from his siblings, Minnowkit seemed to follow him. The two could explore camp. Maybe have one of the warriors show them some moves. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:38, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
"When is my ceremony going to take place?" Robinkit asked Tigerstar. Tigerstar looked thoughtfully at the sun, as if judging what time it was. "Hmm, now is better than later," he meowed, and beckoned the tabby kit along with his tail. Robinkit followed with a graceful step. As he past Spottedkit, he gave her a snicker, and she in turn flattened her ears and dug her claws into the earth. Tigerstar bounded onto the meetingwhateverplace and summoned the Clan. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather!" Once the Clan gathered, Tigerstar continued. "Robinkit has reached the age of six moons and is ready to be apprenticed. Robinkit, from this moment on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Robinpaw. I will be your mentor." He touched noses to his new apprentice, who held his head high and proud, mildly surprised Tigerstar was actually his mentor.
Patchkit watched the ceremony, eyes wide as all the cats gathered. He never realized he had so many Clanmates... He lost interest in the ceremony after a bit and decided to explore some more. Cloudkit appeared beside him, flicking her tail across his ear. "Where do you wanna go first?"
Batkit had become bored with the ceremony and flicked his tail to Minnowkit. "Let's go hunt, we can show Tigerstar and Specklewish that we're independent like the apprentices!" He said excitedly. Minnowkit mewed her agreement and the two snuck off towards the exit. My name is Lord Voldemort 23:06, July 21, 2018 (UTC)
Cloudkit noticed Batkit and Minnowkit, and she beckoned Patchkit along with her tail until they reached their siblings. "Whatcha guys doing?" Cloudkit asked, peering at the camp entrance, while Patchkit hovered behind her. Sunkit appeared behind Patchkit, pouncing on his tail, and he let out a squeak of surprise, yanking his tail away. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 23:27, July 21, 2018 (UTC)
Sunkit beamed. "I want to go too!" and skipped up beside Batkit and Minnowkit. Cloudkit and Patchkit blinked uncertainly. "I thought kits aren't allowed to leave camp? Won't we get in trouble?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 13:14, July 23, 2018 (UTC)
Batkit snorted. "Why should we tell anyone, we're brave enough to do this on our own and we can show Tigerstar how brave and good at hunting we are!" The bicolored kitten paused. "Unless your too scared." He challenged Cloudkit and Patchkit. My name is Lord Voldemort 17:08, July 24, 2018 (UTC)
"I'm not scared," Patchkit mewed, while Cloudkit said, "I just don't want them to worry." Sunkit twitched her whiskers. "Are you com'in or not?" she asked, paws itching to be off. "I'll go," Patchkit padded over, determined to prove himself to his siblings. Cloudkit blinked thoughtfully, worry clouding her icy gaze. "I suppose..." —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 12:52, July 26, 2018 (UTC)
Batkit sneered at his scared siblings. "Your a bunch of scared mouse-brains. Father will think you weak if you can't do anything." He snapped; he darted towards the exit barely slipping past what seemed to be a cranky Crowpelt. My name is Lord Voldemort 05:05, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Cloudkit's fear went away, replaced by the desire to explore and have fun. She giggled and grabbed Patchkit with her tail, chasing after her brother, pulling her other brother with her. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 00:36, September 29, 2018 (UTC)