Worthy of Silence

The small, ginger fluff-ball flickered open her eyes. They shimmered a wonderous amber, as the streams of faint sunlight broke through the cracks in brambles that protected the den's outer surface.

The ginger kitten looked at her mother, the larger, solid stone grey she-cat was looking to the exit of the den, a longing look in her eye. Suddenly, her ears pricked and she caught sight of the small kitten.

"Oh!" The stone grey she-cat quickly gathered to her paws, head tilting at the kitten. "They...They look like his..." Her light voice trailed off, and she instantly looked away.

The kitten toppled on her paws, trying to scramble towards her mother, who pushed her away harshly.

"No.." Her eyes narrowed, staring at the confused little kit who's mouth slightly gaped. "I will let Fernwhisker care for you her kits died a quarter moon ago...I want to get back to my duties as a warrior. If he can, I can." She began to rise to her paws. "I'll go ask her. Goodbye Blossomkit."

The small ginger kit let out a small whimper, she was cold, hungry and confused. Never the less, sad, when she watched her mother pad away, dissapearing in the clutter of cats outside.

Blossomkit crawled over to the exit of the den, adjusting her newly opened eyes to the light. Poking her head out, she saw her mother, Rainstone, her dark, grey pelt glittering in the afternoon sun.

A creamy tabby with seal point marks nodded towards her mother, fern green eyes sad, yet approving. Blossomkit watched Rainstone flick her tail towards the nursery.

The small fluffy, ginger kit quickly stuck her head back in the den. Breathing fast and worried, she didn't understand this...All new scents, her mother hurrying away from her, all these cats...

"She looks like him, I was hoping that Blossomkit wouldn't have his eyes...But yes, the only thing different is that white flash on her chest." The ginger kit heard her mother's sweet, soft voice. "I want you to try to take care of her. She is a constant reminder of her father, the one who broke my heart...."

Blossomkit couldn't hear the light echo of Rainstone anymore, for her voice lowered to a level where she couldn't hear with her tiny ears.

"M-mother...?"

Chapter One
"I am so proud of you Blossompaw! You will be a fine warrior." The siamese she-cat licked the small ginger cat's ear.

Blossompaw flicked her tail, giving her chest fur a few quick licks. It was only awhile after her apprenticeship, and Fernwhisker was there for the entire time. Her mother, Rainstone, was on a hunting patrol, and was determined to catch a lot of prey, no matter how long it took.

"I just wish my mother could see me now..." Blossompaw's ear flattened, her whiskers slightly drooping in dismay.

Fernwhisker's eyes grey sad and she sighed. "I know Blossompaw," her head lowered. "But your father saw you, and he looked so proud....He loves you, you know."

"Then how come he's with that she-cat all the time? Rosecloud? Doesn't he love my mother...?" Blossompaw sideglanced towards the ginger tom, his amber eyes locked onto the red she-cat's, a smile on his muzzle.

The cream she-cat looked away. "Flameheart and your mom had a fight Blossompaw. He wanted something and she wanted something else...It's modern times, toms and she-cats don't stay together for long anymore." Fernwhisker frowned. "Rosecloud and your father just clicked, cats are expecting her to be pregnant soon."

Blossompaw let out a small squeak, her eyes widening. "No! He loves his family...If he loved me; then why find another?"

"That's just how it works. Thistlefur decided it was best if we saw other cats, even after I lost my kits-...." She trail off, eyes staring into the distance sadly. "It was hard having the deputy as a mate....But you Blossompaw," she turned towards the apprentice. "Grayfeather is waiting for you."