Wings

No, you may not adopt this unless I give you specific permission.



Oh yeah. The prologue will be past-tense, but the other chapters will be in present tense.

Prologue
"One more!" Gorsefur encouraged. Skyheart closed her eyes and let out a shriek as a pathetic little kitten rolled into the nest to join her two sisters.

Gorsefur went to work on the little kitten, nipping the sac and rubbing her fur with his front paws. Soon her sat back, and feeling the silver queen's stomach, he announced, "No more. That was the last one." He peered closer at the last she-kit, and his heart thudded against his chest. Gently, he pushed her back with his paw, and a little white thing spread out.

She has wings.

Skyheart twisted her head to look at her kits, and her green eyes widened at the sight of her last kit. "What's the whiet thing?" she asked crossly.

"It's a wing," Gorsefur quietly meowed. "She has wings."

Skyheart stared at her daughter, and wrapping her fluffy tail around her other daughters, scooted away from her. "A curse!" she hissed, fur bristling. The she-kits mewled in protest. "She's a curse!"

Gorsefur glared at the queen. "She's your daughter!" he spat furiously. "How could you think of her like that?"

"She's not my daughter," Skyheart hissed. "I don't have wings! She's a monster! Kill her now!"

The gray tabby stared at her in disbelief. "Your daughter!" he snarled. "Remember?"

The queen ignored him. "She's the reason Stormcloud died!" she wailed, eyes glazed. "Because I would give birth to a monster!"

Rainwhisker, another queen, looked over from nursing her kits. "Skyheart, she's your kitten! Not a monster!" she gasped.

Skyheart glared at the dark gray queen. "Stay out of this!" she spat. "I know what I'm doing!"

Rainwhisker hissed, and then carefully picking her way around her two kits, made her way to the medicine cat. "I'll take care of her," she volunteered.

"You'll be cursed!" Skyheart warned, but Rainwhisker ignored her as she looked to Gorsefur. He nodded.

"Good job," he meowed.

Rainwhisker gently picked up the she-kit at the scruff of her neck, carefully avoiding her snow-white feathery wings, and bringing her back to the warmth of her nest. The she-kit mewled in satisfaction as she latched onto Rainwhisker, and snuggled into the warmth of her foster siblings.

"I'll name her Dreamkit," Rainwhisker mewed, gazing on her foster daughter's glittering silver-and-black tabby pelt. She had delicate black paws and tail-tip, and a narrow black muzzle. Her wings stood out against her pelt, and Dreamkit seemed to nod in satisfaction.

Skyheart glared at her, and then focused her attention on her kits. "Hopekit," she decided, taking in the she-kit's pale silver pelt and white-tipped fur.

"Wishkit," the queen meowed, noting her silvery-blue tabby pelt and feathery tail.

Gorefur snorted. "Wasn't that hard, hm?" With that, he padded out of the nursery.

Just as he reached the medicine cat den, something meowed in his ear.

"We gifted her," it murmured. "But she will live of life of sorrow because of her gift."