A dark tom lays under the moonlight, paw dangling over a kit as she leaps towards it, squeaking. Another tom sits across from him, glaring at the pair. Another pair talk to each other, whispering in hushed tones, waiting for others to join them.
The dark brown tabby, Brambleclaw, snorts at the grey cat, the small kit at his paws snorting back in response. Crowfeather, the gray tom, looks up at him, scowling for a moment before going back to his kit, watching her tackle his paw.
"You know Brambleclaw, if you truly love that kit of yours, you would spend some time with him before he has to leave,"
"Do not tell me how to be a father. I will process this in my own time. And we will see them again,"
"Yes, but will they truly be the same? When they come back, they will have grown and learned about themselves far from here," He looks back up to Brambleclaw, no malice in his eyes.
Brambleclaw looks away, "I wouldn't be able to let him go if I grow attached now,"
"I understand. Could he come over here to plat with Hollykit at least?"
"Of course, they will grow together, they should become friends now," he leans down nudging Lionkit over to the others, "go play, it will be a long night tonight,"
The small kit steps over, leaping onto Crowfeathers paw as well. Nipping at it as well. They fall onto each other squeaking, then tackling each other to the ground playfully. Both toms' smile.
Bushes rustle, and two more cats pop out from the bushes, a blue she-cat and a silvery-yellow other. The blue one lays down, eyes wet, and sets the kit between her paws.
"She will be alright Mistystar, we'll all care for her," Mothwing, the cat who joined her in Mistystar's arrival, murmured.
"I know, but I'm going to miss her. She's the only kit surviving the litter,"
"And yet she is strong. You will be proud of the cat she becomes," Mothwing smiles.
Mistystar whispers a laugh, "I will, thank you Mothwing,"
"Of course," Mothwing dips her head against Mistystar's.
The other two kits come crashing over, mewing to each other as they fight. Hollykit catches sight of Mistystar, squeaking in fear as she runs back to her father, ducking between his paws.
"Hollykit, it's alright, she's just Mistystar. She's friendly,"
Hollykit steps out from her father's paws, eyeing the blue she-cat suspiciously. Lionkit, on the other paw, leaps at her paw, tackling it. Hollykit, blinks, and dashes over joining in the kit fight. Mistystar chuckles.
"Isn't it wonderful? Such small kits are going to save us,"
"Yeah, they are," Crowfeather gently sighs.
Another pair of cats come from the bushes, the grey tom carrying a small kit like a piece of prey. The other parent's wince at the poor treatment. The she-cat with him, a brown and amber furred cat named Leafpool, sits with the two who sat lonely to the side, Mothwing dashing over to join.
The ashy grey tom, Ashfur, sets his kit down, trapping him behind his paw, the small kits eyes unseeing.
"As you all know, these four kits are needed to complete the Star Prophecy, and its greatly appreciated you're sacrifice. These kits will grow into the fine warriors who hold stars in their paws!"
And the moon shines down, glistening across water of a lake as the fate of four cats forever intertwined starts to fall into place.
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The Cats with Stars in Their Paws
Fantasy(A rewritten version of another one of my works) Four cats have been born with stars in their paws. When they finally take a stand against their caretakers, they find a home in a place that they weren't yet supposed to see. What happens when they ar...
