Froststar's Prophecy

Author's Note

Hey! Feathertail here with ANOTHER fanfic! Hope you like this one, and Pumpkintail, it answers why she (Froststar) has a load of kits. Also, how I said Froststar was dead, right? She was only in a really long coma, and she had a dream that she was dead. Anyways, ENJOY THE STORY!!

Prologue

"No! That cannot be my destiny!"

The white she-cat stared at the handsome white tom.

"You must follow it, Froststar," the white tom meowed.

"I never knew StarClan had the powers to control pregnancy and the amount of kits the queens have!" Froststar protested."'Give birth to a Clan'? What does THAT mean?"

"You will find out," the white tom meowed, padding away. "You will, I promise."

"Wait!" Froststar shrieked. "Come back!"

But the white tom had already gone.

"If it's StarClan's will," Froststar murmured, "Then I will follow my destiny."

Chapter 1

Frostkit mewled as her sister, Icekit, battered her with her flailing paws.

Blinking open her eyes, Frostkit stared at a white tabby kit batting a big, ginger queen.

"Stop it, Icekit," the queen purred in amusement. "Just because you've opened your eyes doesn't mean you can be a warrior already!"

Shyly padding onto the ginger queen, Frostkit peered curiously at her, amazed at how much she could see.

"Hello, there, Frostkit!" the queen mewed. "Come closer."

"Why?" Frostkit mewled. "Where's my mama?"

"I'm your mama," the queen purred as Frostkit bounced up and down on her belly. "My name's Passionfur."

"Hi, mama!" Frostkit squeaked. She turned and faced Icekit, who had hopped off her mother's belly and was rolling on the floor of the nursery.

Is she going to hurt me?

As if Icekit had read her mind, she replied; "Don't worry! I'm just your littermate."

Breathing a soft breath of relief, Frostkit leapt on top of her sister, batting her paws at her.

"Hey!" Icekit mewled helplessly. "Get off me!"

Frostkit purred as she and her sister rolled around on the floor of the nursery, play-fighting.

"Stop it, you two," Passionfur purred. "Starmist's kits will be born soon, and you need her to rest as much as possible."

Straightening up, Frostkit padded over to her mother and nuzzled in her warm fur.

"I want to see the kits being born!" Frostkit mewled.

"Of course you do," Passionfur purred. "It's the best experience in the world."

"The kits are coming!" a pained cat called.

"That was Starmist," Passionfur explained as she saw the confusion on Frostkit's face. "Come and watch!"

Excited, Frostkit padded behind her mother, Icekit on her tail.

A gorse-coloured tom was standing beside a rather fat looking ginger cat with silver paws.

"Bite on this stick," the gorse-coloured tom meowed. "Push on the next spasm."

The ginger cat latched her mouth onto a heather twig, and groaned.

Frostkit peered in curiosity.

"The gorse-coloured tom is Gorsefur," Passionfur whispered. "The ginger cat's Starmist."

Frostkit's jaw dangled open as a slimy, reed-coloured shape slithered onto the moss.

"Tom!" Gorsefur yowled in triumph. He started licking the kit clean.

Was that how I was born?

Starmist tensed again, and she groaned as another slimy blob slithered onto the moss.

"Another tom!" Gorsefur meowed raggedly.

The last kit, a ginger and black tom, was born almost as soon as the others were.

"Three toms," Gorsefur meowed. "Congratulations, Starmist."

"If only you were here, Freezefur," Starmist muttered sadly.

"What will you name them, Starmist?" Passionfur called.

"I'll chose 'em soon!" the nursing queen replied.

"I'm hungry, mama! Where's the miiilk??!!" Icekit mewled desperately.

Frostkit frowned at her sister. She wasn't hungry.

"Don't worry, little one," Passionfur purred, sinking into her nest. "I'll make lots of milk for you once I've eaten."

Curling up beside her mother, Frostkit heard a faint meow from Gorsefur.

"Yes, please!" Passionfur meowed thankfully.

After a couple of minutes, Frostkit was aware of a gobbling noise. Opening her eyes, she saw that her mother was chewing on what looked like a hairy brown moss ball.

"What is that?" Frostkit mewled rudely.

"It's mouse, little one," Passionfur replied, her mouth full of mouse. "You can eat it within the next moon."

Icekit sniffed at the half-eaten mouse.

"It smells good," she observed.

"It tastes good as well," Passionfur meowed, finishing her last mouthful. She then put her head on her paws.

"Start your suckling, little ones," she purred.

Reaching onto a milk-provider, Frostkit slurped up the tasty milk.

After her meal, she padded up to the exit of the nursery and peeked out.

Walking outside, Frostkit saw many cats, who were 3 times her size. She saw a majestic golden tom standing under a massive rock, talking to a brown tabby.

"You there!"

Frostkit jumped. She turned around to see a black and white tabby tom.

"Are you the new kit?" he asked.

"I'm one of them," Frostkit stammered, scared of the gigantic warrior.

"Well, I'm Lichenwing," the tom sniffed. "Where's your mother? Do you have any other littermates?"

"She's in the nursery and my littermate is Icekit," Frostkit squeaked.

"Well," Lichenwing sniffed again. "I hope I'm not your mentor."

"Frostkit!"

Turning around, Frostkit saw Icekit bounding over to her.

"Mama told us to stay together," she chirped. "Who's this?"

"Lichenwing," Lichenwing snorted. "You're Icekit?"

"Yes!" Icekit chirped.

"Your sister was telling me about you," Lichenwing purred. "Now, do you want a tour around camp?"

Frostkit was about to say no when Icekit bounced up and down, yowling "YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!"

Frostkit sighed.

"Fine," she muttered.