Brighteyes' Path

Prologue

Brighteyes took a ragged breath as she let out a fit of coughing. Being the only elder, lonelieness struck at her heart again, and watching the small autumn leaves fall while she sat in the roomy elder's den was the only company for this she-cat. A couple of kits, Moonkit and Dovekit, strangled the falling leaves. Moonkit was a fluffy white she-kit with silver eyes as big as the moon! Brighteyes purred and lowered her head to her paws, but hunger stung at her. Dovekit was a gray she-kit with one blue eye, one green eye. Brighteyes smiled and let out a silent sigh before nosing the vole Mistpaw had caught her earlier towards herself.

Brighteyes started to eat, the hunger starting to fade away. She watched Firepaw meow nervously to Mistpaw, and, of course, Mistpaw seemed not to notice he was nervous, so she nodded and padded away to talk to Tigerpaw. Firepaw flattened his ears slowly and slumped away, looking sad. But then Mistpaw ran over to him and gave him a quick lick on the ear. Brighteyes let out a mrreow of amusement as the clumsy ginger tom blushed harder than a fresh deathberry! Dovekit stuck her tongue out in disgust, her actions being followed by her sister, Moonkit.

Something suddenly crept into the den. "Brighteyes?" The delicate mew of Softstream whistled in the wind.

"Yes?" Brighteyes rasped. Softstream was a beautiful white she-cat with pale gray tabby spots and very light green eyes. Her coat always seemed fluffed up, and this medicine cat was a good friend of Brighteyes.

"How are you?" Softstream asked, tail softly brushing the ground.

"I'm good. How are you?" Brighteyes replied.

"Need your moss changed?" Softstream purred. "The kits seem to need to be entertained, and if they annoy me one more time, I'll tell them to change your moss for a moon!"

Brighteyes let out another amused purr. "The perfect punishment. And, no, I don't." She yawned and rested her head on her paws.

Softstream dipped her head. "Okay." She started to pad out of the den, but only paused to turn her head, whispering. "Sweet dreams."

When Brighteyes opened her eyes, everything was pitch black. She blinked, but she couldn't see. When she finally realized it was time for her to die, Brighteyes felt her life flash before her eyes.

Chapter 1

"She's not opening her eyes."

"Does it look like I care?"

"She's your kit."

"I don't mean it like that!"

"Then what do you mean, Roseflower?"

Cinderfall, a gray tortoishell she-cat, sat in a bed of moss beside a ginger and white she-cat who had green eyes, and that she-cat was Roseflower. Roseflower had only one kit suckling at her belly, while Cinderfall had three. Another queen, who was off to the right of Cinderfall, had two kits. This queen was a gray she-cat with darkern paws and amber eyes.

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