Act 1 ~ Drift

ACT 1 ~ DRIFT

1.1

It was leafbare, a snowy night, and freezing.

And there was an odd she-cat, her eyes were glistening a bright blue with a small streak of red in her right one. She could feel pain through every step she took, she knew it was almost time.

Despite being heavily expectant with kits, she managed to stumble across a pine forest that smelt heavily of other cats. Perhaps these cats could help her in her delivery? She had no idea, all she cared for right now was a safe and warm place to give birth.

Managing to find a hollow tree she collapsed within it, her pants were loud and harsh. She was as uncomfortable as it was, but a foreign pain was now shooting from her stomach. It was the worst possible time, yes, her kits were coming.

"They'll be cursed," she whispered before yowling in pain "They'll be cursed."

The she-cat unsheathed her claws and clawed at the ground in pain, she writhed, she yowled, she growled, until - two small bundles lay at her side, mewling and pawing at her stomach. The she-cat let out a sigh, her delivery had gone fine, and everything seemed fine but...

She gasped, her breathing was starting to dwindle, she could feel the affect of the curse taking over her-

Then suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes from outside, although she was struggling to breath, the she-cat shakily stood up and pushed her kits underneath her with a sweep of her thick tail. She heard the snow crunch and out leapt a big pale gray-white tom, he looked confused and completely unprepared for an attack, the she-cat relaxed a bit.

His eyes met her bright ones and he gasped.

"W-who are you?" He said in a cowardly tone "Why are you on ShadowClan territory?"

''ShadowClan? The she-cat thought as she glared at him, still wheezing What's a ShadowClan?''

"Let me repeat myself," said the tom, his voice still shaky but he was gaining his courage "What are you-"

The big tom trailed off and with a jolt, the she-cat realized he had seen her kits. As if they knew the were being stared at, one of them mewed loudly, the other was prodding it's littermate with tiny, feeble paws.

"You're a mother," said the tom more softly and sitting back on his haunches "And those kits can't be more than a couple of sunrises old, can they?"

"They were just born," coughed the she-cat, "they-they-"

She collapsed completely, the kits shriveled up next to her and the big tom stared in shock. The she-cat was writhing again, her coughing growing louder and more dominant.

Completely panicked, the tom rushed over while yelling "I'll help you, I'll help you!" but he gasped when he saw the sight of the mother. Her eyes had gone from a bright and clear blue to a crimson red. How was that possible? The tom could only stare in shock.

"They will be cursed," hissed the she-cat between short breaths "the kits will be cursed, cursed I say!"

She writhed some more as the tom watched, when she finally stopped she had suddenly gone very limp. The tom gasped, but when he heard her cough he let out a sigh of relief before he heard her say.

"Their names are Rue and Serpent," she murmured silently while letting off a shaky and weak cough "may ShadowClan take care of them well."

With one last jerk of the tail, the big tom realized that the she-cat had just died.

"Wait!" He yowled leaping over and prodding her with a paw "What's your name? Where'd you come from?" His attempts at reviving her did not work and with a wave of fear he realized he was alone in the forest with these two newborn kits. He turned to them and with a stun saw that both had opened their eyes.

The first kit, a tom, which the tom presumed to be Serpent, had mottled black fur and dark blue eyes. The second kit, a she-kit, Rue, had patchy black-and-white fur and the same eyes as her brother. Both looked at the tom with such a monotone stare, no curiosity, no mewls as they glanced at him, completely silent. A shiver went down the toms spine.

"H-hello," he softened his voice as he spoke to the kits "I'm Frostpaw, I'm going to take you to your new home? Okay?"

The kits didn't say a word, as the tom, Frostpaw, padded over to them and nudged him with their nose. The she-kit glanced at her mother, Frostpaw noticed and he spoke,

"I'll come back to get her after," he said in a shaky voice "Don't you worry."

He nudged the kits under his belly and walked them straight to camp. As he walked in camp, the she-cat guarding the camp, Aquatail hasped as she saw the kits, and immediately shooed them away from Frostpaw and to the leaders den.

Frostpaw glanced off at them, and took a couple of paces towards them. He watched as Serpent stopped dead and turned to look Frostpaw square in the eyes. When Frostpaw met his eyes, he stopped dead in horror.

Serpent's eyes were red.

1.2

COMING SOON...