Snowtail's Love

O a new story? Indeed. Read. Enjoy. :P -Oakfeather, The ultimate Warriors Fantard 03:28, August 29, 2011 (UTC)

It was a warm afternoon when the hungry cries of kits rang through the camp, followed by deep rumbling purrs, and exclamations of joy.

A new litter of kits had been born that day in MountainClan, tiny little bundles really. They were born to Lynxwhisker, and her mate, Mountainstar.

Amoung these kits was one who stood out in the darkly coloured litter, a one with fur as white as snow, and when they opened, sparking, deep blue pools for eyes.

As time went on, the clan looked after the new charge with endearment, fussing over and spoiling them as the only kits in the clan at the time.

And Snowkit was growing quite well, a bit taller then his littermates, and very brave.

He was walking through camp in strides, looking at the cats around him. He didn't speak very much, and when he did it sounded quite funny, for he wasn't the best at pronounciation. He looked around at the things, and tried to make sense of the dry riverbed he lived in.

There was the tan she-cat, whom he knew to be his mother. And there was that brown furred tom who came to him often, and seemed quite friendly, his whiskers twitching in amusement at the kits antics, and he knew him to be his father. He seemed to inspire respect in the other cats he saw talking to him, and he admired him greatly.

Other then that, he saw big cats coming in and out of a green thing.. what was it called? He wasn't sure. He would call it greenthing until he thought of something better.

Then there were smaller cats, but not so small as him. And then there was one big-cat, but he smelled different from the others, he smelled of strong, sharp oders, while the others smelled of meats and grass and wood.

After seeing him carrying leaves around in his mouth, he guessed he was another kind of cat altogether, one that liked to eat plants insted of meat.

Snowkit was brave, and strong no doubt, a true clan cat, except he didn't know what a clan was, because he could not hear any sounds.

The strong smelling cat walked up to him and dropped the leaves to the ground, and looked down at him.

"He'i..." Snowkit said, hoping that he greeted him correctly.

The big cat blinked, "Hello Snowkit. What are you doing out of the nursery."

He blinked, seeing his mouth move. He wasn't sure what the cat was saying, so he continued to stare at him intently.