User:Cryptid Hunter93/Arrowdash's Flight

Arrowkit's birth is special. Unusual... Forbidden. With his background, can Arrowkit grow up to be a noble, strong warrior of the Clan he loves?

Prologue
A mottled white she-cat stood outside a crack in a large rock, the sharp scent of herbs flooding into her nose. She smiled and gazed out into the clearing, smiling as cats emerged from their dens, blinking their eyes at the dawn light. She saw a ginger tabby slip out of a crack in a huge rock in the center of the clearing.

"Hello Rowanst-" she cut herself off, not wanting to attract the leader's attention. Her yellow-green gaze landed on a cream tabby tom. There he is. She padded over the tom, hissing to get his attention. His ears pricked and he looked up. Hs eyes lit up with joy as he gazed at the medicine cat.

"Mottledhawk!" he purred. Mottledhawk flashed him a venemous look, her eyes filled with anger.

"Sandthorn!" she snapped. "Do you not know we have to be careful?!" she snapped. Sandthorn's face fell.

"Yes," he mewed. "I also understand you're pregnant," he snapped, ears pressed flat against his skull. Mottledhawk's eyes widened. She hissed, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Come with me," she snapped, cuffing Sandthorn over the ear She slipped out of camp, greeting her clan-mates casually, hiding the fear she felt inside. She heard a rustle and saw Sandthorn behind her.. She looked at her mate, fear and worry clouding her gaze.

"I'm do any day now," she whispered. Sandthorn's ears pricked.

"How long have you been pregnant? I thought we loved each other!" he hissed. Mottledhawk snarled.

"We do! I was trying to not alert the whole Clan! Something you're clearly not worried about," she snapped, about to boil over. She felt a kick and looked down at her swollen abdomen. ''At least it's greenleaf. I can pass it off as getting fat from too much prey.'' she thought. She turned back to Sandthorn.

"What are we going to do? I can't raise these kits!" she meowed. Sandthorn's eyes filled with profound thought.

"Flowerblossom's due any day now. She can raise them," he mewed. Mottledhawk nodded.

"True," she mewed. Sandthorn rested his tail on his mate's shoulder. Mottledhawk sighed and licked his shoulder.

"We'll get through this," she mewed. Sandthorn nodded.

"Yes we will," the cream tom nodded. He licked her shoulder with a purr, rubbing his paw on her swollen stomach.

Chapter One
Mottledhawk's eyes flew open, a cringing pain in her stomach. Not now! she thought. She winced and squeaked in pain, hauling herself out of her nest. It had only been a day since her meeting with Sandthorn, she hadn't expected the kits to come for another two days. But it seems the kits had other ideas. She stepped out of the den, wobbling and staggering. She slipped out of camp, barely avoiding the attention of Clawslash who was on guard. She slipped through the ferns, heading for her and Sandthorn's hollow. She slipped into the mossy hollow, settling into the moss. She screeched in agony as the first kit slipped out. She turned around and licked the kit, a blue-gray she-kit.

"You 'll be Birdkit," she purred to her daughter as the kit squeaked. She winced as she felt another pain, but the kit was born easily. She looked back and saw a motionless lump of silver and white fur.

"NO!" she screeched. Mottledhak immediately knew the kit had been stillborn. She picked up the kit, a tom, and placed him next to Birdkit.

"Thornkit," she choked as she gazed at her dead son. She didn't notice the birth of the third kit, being notify by it's fur brushing against her leg. It was a brown tom. She picked him up and licked him, receiving no response. She began to lick him ferociously. "No. No no no no!" she screeched, sobbing. Another stillborn. She gazed as the tom lay lifeless next to Thornkit, their cold pelts brushing.

"Lizardkit," Mottledhawk mewed, crying. Birdkit kicked and squirmed, not understanding her mother's cries. Mottledhawk yowled in agony as a spasm racked her body, sending shivers up her spine. She winced and screeched as blood began to flow. Then. As if it never happened, it was over. She heard a loud squeal and looked back, joy filling her whole body.

The kit was a mottled brown tom, his muscles already sharp and defined. His tail was mottled black and look like the black snakes that often find their way into camp. The white splash on his nose looked a drop of nsow, bright amd crisp.

"Arrowkit," she mewed, licking his head. Mottledhawk lay him next to Birdkit, who squeled at the new company. Arrowkit hissed and began to suckle. Mottledhawk gazed at her two suviving kits, but her gaze was drawn to THornkit and Lizardkit's lifeless bodies.

MORE COMING SOON!