The Blossoming Birch tree - Part 1

By Sorrelflower.

Chapter 1

Blossomdew wriggled her haunches, her amber eyes focused on the squirrel, which had it's head in a hole in the ground. It rose with half a nut in it's mouth; it's eyes were confused for a moment, and then they became full of fear. She sank her teeth into it's neck; it wriggled, and then died.

"Nice catch." said a voice.

"Whitebirch!" she gasped. "You startled me." Blossomdew saw the tom cat crouched in a tree above, his grey eyes glistening. He was white in colour, short fur and very light brown and grey markings, much like those of birch tree bark. He jumped down the tree, a coal tit in his jaws.

"Want to go back to camp?"

"Sure." Blossomdew and Whitebirch padded back to the gorge, their prey in their jaws. Blossomdew was a tortoisehell and white she-cat, with amber eyes and long, fluffy fur. She lived in SkyClan, which was now under rule of Sharpstar, as their previous leader, Leafstar, died on the night that Blossomdew was born. The deputy was now Fireflower, one of her daughters named after the famous Firestar, who had come from 'ThunderClan' to reconstruct SkyClan. In the camp, Frecklewish's tail was flicking from the medicine cat den, and Sandfur was talking to Harrynose. They put their catches on the fresh-kill pile, and Blossomdew padded away to her parents, Mintfur and Harveymoon, who were eating a squirrel together.

"Good morning, Blossomdew." Mintfur purred after swallowing a piece of squirrel. Harveymoon tried to speak, but his speech was muffled by squirrel fluff. He teased it from his teeth and greeted her. Harveymoon had once been a kittypet and daylight warrior, but he was a full warrior now.

"Hello mother, father." she mewed.

"I saw you walk in with Whitebirch." remarked Mintfur. "Handsome, fine young tom, really - strong, brave..." she exchanged an amused glance with Harveymoon.

"For the thousandth time, he is not my mate."

"Are you sure?" Harveymoon made a mrrow of amusment.

"Positive. I'm going to see Vixenwhisker." Blossomdew made her way up the cliff, and into the nursery.

"Hi, Blossomdew."

"Hi, Vixenwhisker, how are the kits coming along?" Vixenwhisker was just like a vixen - auburn fur, black ears, a paler muzzle, sandy whiskers, amber eyes, a thick, white tipped tail.

"I'm sure they're fine." Vixenwhisker was curled up in her mossy nest in the nursery, her belly swollen with kits.

"So, where's the father?"

"Voletail? He's on border patrol."

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