Steelpaw's Rise

This is a story using my original notes. Enjoy! Sunny days   mean   clear nights  19:10, August 5, 2013 (UTC)

Prolouge
“Jetpaw! Get over here!” Hissed a rust-coloured tom to his companion, a white tom with thick black stripes. “No!” Screeched Jetpaw. “These foxes have hurt my sister, and I’m not leaving her!”

The rusty tom looked at the small tortoishell body. “There’s nothing we can do for Dearpaw now.”

“There’s plenty we can do!” Cried Jetpaw. “Help her! Find some cobwebs! Get Nightleaf! Rusttail, do something. Please.” He looked up pleadingly at the rust-coloured tom.

Slowly, a pair of dark blue eyes opened. “Jetpaw, I... I love you.” Meowed Dearpaw feebly. Her eyes dulled, and she fell still.

“Dearpaw! Come back! Please!” Jetpaw howled into the sky. “Come back...” He meowed softly.

The tip of Rusttail’s tail came to rest on his apprentice’s shoulder. “Jetpaw...” He meowed. “She’s dead.”

“Cleverpelt will be sad,” meowed Jetpaw sadly as he and Rusttail began to walk back to camp.



A blue-furred she-cat walked on the edge of the twolegplace. An agonizing pain gripped her stomach. Not the kits, she thought. ''Not here. Not now.''

She was lying on the ground as a grey tabby kittypet appeared over the side of the twolegplace. “Need help?” He asked. “Yes, please,” meowed the she-cat through clenched teeth.

“Very well,” meowed the kittypet. “Ginger!”

An orange she-cat appeared beside the grey tabby. “What’s wrong?”

“This cat is kitting,” the grey tom nodded to the blue she-cat lying on the ground. “She needs wet moss.” Ginger sped off into the forest.

The grey kittypet leaped down and began massaging the blue she-cat’s belly. “My name is Eagle. What’s yours?”

“Streamfur,” gasped the she-cat. Just then, a little blue she-kit slithered out. “Lick it the wrong way!” Hissed Eagle to Ginger, who had returned with a dripping wad of moss. She dropped it in front of Streamfur, and began licking the kit.

Another spasm shook Streamfur as a silver tom slid onto the ground. “He’s the last one,” meowed Eagle.

“Thank you, Eagle,” meowed Streamfur. “But now I have to name them. I will name the she-kit Seakit. But I don’t know what to name the silver tom.”

Eagle looked fondly at the kit. “He looks like steel,” he meowed.

Streamfur looked at him strangely. “Steel?”

“It’s a twoleg thing that’s shiny and silver,” explained Eagle.

“Oh.” Streamfur smiled at her kit. “Steelkit it is.”