Thymepaw's Legacy

Thymepaw's Legacy

Alleigences

WindClan

Leader Graystar- dark gray tabby tom

Deputy Fernstripe- dark russet tom with a very dark russet stripe along his spine (tunneler)

Medicine Cat Swanwing- young pure white she-cat with large, round blue eyes APPRENTICE, Harepaw

Warriors

Moor-runners Sheepfoot- brownish gray tom with white paws APPRENTICE, Daisypaw

Heatherstorm- pretty silver she-cat with long fur and very long legs

Mountainface- heavyset brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Mottlefur- dark tortoiseshell tom with a black tail

Raincloud- pretty silver she-cat with long fur

Spottedclaw- dark brown tom with a black patch on his shoulder

Sorrelstem- mostly gray tortoiseshell she-cat

Liontooth- big brown tabby tom

Firebird- bright ginger and white she-cat with sparkling yellow eyes APPRENTICE, Gorsepaw

Hailgorse- light gray tom with shaggy fur and sparkling yellow eyes

Tunnelers Mintpelt- brown and silver tom with long fur

Hazelwhisker- black and orange she-cat with green eyes APPRENTICE, Eaglepaw

Dawnlight- soft creamy she-cat with shaggy fur and sparkling blue eyes

Sharpclaw- mottled tabby tom

Reedwing- dark brown tom APPRENTICE, Lilypaw

Sedgetail- black and white tom

Mistydawn- white she-cat with silver tabby patches and yellow eyes

Apprentices

Harepaw- dark tortoiseshell tom

Daisypaw- dark tortoiseshell she-cat

Lilypaw- white she-cat with tortoiseshell patches

Gorsepaw- ginger and white tom with long front claws like talons

Eaglepaw- very bright silver tom with long front claws like talons

Queens

Cherrystem- golden she-cat adorned with white stripes, mother of Graystar's kits (Thymekit, Dustkit and Owlkit)

Sedgeface- black and white she-cat, mother of Mintpelt's kits (Acornkit and Silverkit)

Hayberry- dark brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes, expecting Spottedclaw's kits

Elders

Fuzzyfur- very old mottled tabby tom with spiky fur

Sandmouse- ginger tabby tom

Berryfang- cream she-cat with an almost white muzzle

Prolouge

A joyful yelp filled the hollow. It was well past moonhigh. The round, yellow moon was sliding down towards the horizon and a watery gray light was starting to light up the moor.

Heads were peeking out of dens. "Has she had the kits yet? Are they alright?" those words were whispered. A white she-cat slid out of the den, her blue eyes tired but bright.

"You all are fussing more than a queen fusses over her kit!" she purred. Cherrystem is fine, already sitting up and washing the kits." A gray tortoiseshell padded forward. "And the kits?" she demanded, her forepaws kneading the ground anxiously.

Swanwing's ears twitched. "She's kitted two tough little toms and a beautiful she-kit. They haven't named them yet. Graystar is too busy fussing over Cherrystem and asking if she wants fresh-kill or wet moss. I think she is ready to claw his ears off by now!"

Purrs rumbled throughout WindClan's camp. Every single cat was bubbling with joy, but no one else was happier than the two mates that huddled in the nursery.

Deep inside the sheltered gorse bush, tiny mewls emerged from three tiny, wriggling bundles. The golden and white she-cat let out a loud purr.

"Can I name them?" she whispered.

"We can name them whatever you like." replied the gray tom. He shifted from his crouching position. "Go ahead."

Cherrystem bent over her tiny kits and meowed, "Well, this dark gray tabby looks a lot like your father, Dustclaw. Can we name him Dustkit?"

Graystar nodded, his eyes glistening with sadness as he remembered how his father had died a watery death in the tunnels.

Cherrystem continued. "What about this gray and white tom?" she meowed. At that moment, the gray and white kit's eyes flashed open. They were blue and only open for a heartbeat, but they were huge and round.

"Those eyes!" whispered Graystar. His mate purred. "Well," she purred, "I suppose we're going to have to name him Owlkit!" Graystar nuzzled his son. "I couldn't ask for a better name."

Cherrystem turned her eyes onto her last kit, a she-kit. "What about our beautiful daughter?" she questioned. Graystar's eyes were glued to the wriggling bundle of golden brown and white fur. "Thymekit." he mewed. Certainty was strong in his voice. "Thymekit?" Cherrystem exclaimed. "Well, it is a nice name," she conceded, "and I have named Dustkit and Owlkit."

Graystar licked her ear joyfully. "What does it matter? They're our kits, and thats all that matters."

Cherrystem purred as her mate padded towards the nursery entrance. "Mind if I tell them the names?" he mewed.

Cherrystem swung her head from side to side. "Go ahead."

Graystar bounced out of the den. "We've named them!" he announced, puffing his chest out proudly. "The dark tabby tom is Dustkit, the gray and white tom is Owlkit, and the golden and white she-kit is Thymekit!"

Purrs erupted from the cats that swarmed the hollow. A black and white head popped out of the elders den. "Can I go back to the nursery now? Acornkit and Silverkit are getting fidgety, and tired!"

Graystar nodded. "Of course, Sedgeface!" The black queen turned around back into the elder's den, to return a heartbeat later nudging two sleepy kits forward, one a brown tom patched with black and the other a silver tabby she-kit.

Graystar puffed our is chest. He looked up at the stars, closer than ever before. The clawmoon gleamed and shone a cold, white light upon the moor. Nothing would ever hurt his clan, his mate or his kits. He wouldn't allow it.

As his clanmates melted back onto their dens, a rustle in the heather made Graystar's ears prick. "Aren't you going to bed, Graystar?" meowed Berryfang, an elder.

"No, just- just going to look at the stars." Graystar muttered. Finally, the clearing was empty.

"Psst!" a voice made him jump. He turned around to see a pale tortoiseshell she-cat leap out of the heather that edged the camp. Her fur glittered with starlight and she carried the scent of lush growth and wet stone.

"Dewflower?" Graystar gasped, his yellow eyes opening wide with amazment. "Mother!"

Dewflower dipped her mottled head. "Yes, my dear. It's me." her cheerful voice faltered for a moment. Graystar's eyes darkened. "Is there something wrong?" he murmured.

The tortoiseshell ignored this. "You and Cherrystem have kitted three fine kits." she purred. The words seemed to catch in her throat. Graystar dipped his head.

Suddenly, with blazing eyes, Dewflower hissed, "I have a prophecy for you."

A cold tingle, like icy water, slipped down his spine. His mouth was dry and his pads grew sticky with sweat. Dewflower's mild greenish blue eyes turned completely white- pupils, whites and all.

"Trinity of kits, born. The one like the dead father shall live to be a warrior, The one with eyes rounder than the moon shall die in a fortnight, And the one with the fur of her mother will make the ultimate sacrifice For her clan.

Graystar's fur bristled. "Is that all?" he demanded.

Dewflower continued.

''"A battle between the wind and the forest," A broken promise, A broken heart. Braver than any warrior, The kit with the fur of her mother Shall leave A LEGACY!"''

A sudden, brilliant light started to shine from Dewflower's pelt. Heat radiated off the StarClan cat's fur and with a gentle whisper, Dewflower disappeared.

Graystar was scared.