Elders Tales

 Elders Tales

Elders Tales is a fanfiction by Gingerstripe. She urges you to love and adore it.

She also urges you to absoulutely give this a comment and a review, maybe even award it something. Right, I'm too cheeky. Enjoy!

Elders Tales - The Tale Of Nightpounce
''"Secrets are not kept secret if you tell someone. They aren't secrets anymore." ''- Nightpounce.

When I was little, I was named Nightkit for my black pelt. I was a enthusiastic, brave and energetic young kit. It was all I wanted to be a leader, a great warrior. But something I said, something I did shattered my dream....

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Nightkit flicked his tail. Crouching down, he focused on the ball. In his minds eye, it was a fierce ThunderClan warrior. "Rrrah!" No match for the mighty Nightstar, leader of ShadowClan! He lunged forward, snarling, bowling the moss ball over, clawing it to pieces.

His mother, Runningbrook, looked over. As most mothers, Runningbrook had pride in her son. She was gentle, kind and motherly. Runningbrook was a amber spotted she-cat. "Good move! I dont want to be the warrior that is!" Nightkit beamed with pride. He dashed outside.

Blinking for a moment, he took in the camp. Runningbrook followed him out. As his eyes adjusted, the shady camp he called home was peacefull. Mysticshade was sharing a piece of prey with her mate, Fireystripes under the shadowy bracken near the warriors den. The two were newfound mates, and Nightkit loved the kind Mysticshade who let him play with her tail.

Nightkit spotted Runningbrook's friends, Brightstream, the quiet tortishell, Sparkstep, a sparky tom, and his father, Cedarheart, underneath the Highstone. Nightkit loved the gray black tom with those yellow eyes, and he took after his looks. Cedarheart was a wise and loyal tom who was a fantastic mentor with a loving personality.

Right then he looked over at Nightkit. "Why hello there! Ready for tonight's warrior ceremony?" Nightkit squeaked with exictement. Running over to his parents and friends, he snuggled into the gray black fur. "Yes!" Tonight was Nightkit's ceremony to become a apprentice. He was so exicted to finally be 6 moons! It had felt like forever. "Be my mentor, daddy!"

Brightstream and Sparkstep smiled, and Runningbrook purred with amusement. There was a glint of knowing in her eyes. "Maybe. Lets see what Foreststar thinks. Look, theres Dewykit, go on!" Runningbrook inclined her head toward Nightkit's best friend, a brown tabby with green eyes. He was a uncertain tom but the two of them were soulmates.

Normally Nightkit would have bounded right over. But in the amber glows of morning light, he hestitated for a moment. "Moommmm, tell me what I don't know."

This time Brightstream replied. "Later, you'll find out." She murmured. "Let us rest in peace." Nightkit purred and bounded over to his friend.