In FireClan, Sootkit mewled, her tortoiseshell pelt matted down to her skinny body by rhythmic strokes of her mother's tongue. Her littermates were crying softly beside her, their tiny paws waving frantically in the air as they tried to find milk. Warm fur pressed against her side and she was quickly able to find milk, her siblings beside her as she purred loudly. A new cat entered the nursery. Ashleaper looked up immediately, on guard, but relaxed as she saw her mate, Larkheart. His eyes shone as he gazed down at his kits, purring happily. "Do you like them?" Ashleaper asked softly as she, too, looked at her kits. Larkheart nodded, unable to form words. Then he settled down beside her and watched his newly born kits.
Ashleaper, exhausted, laid her head down and went to sleep. Scarlethawk, the other queen in the nursery, glanced at Ashleaper and worriedly tucked some more leaves underneath Ashleaper to make her more comfortable.
Days later, the kits' eyes had opened and they were stumbling around the nursery, sometimes even play-fighting. Larkheart visited them regularly, making sure that his mate and kits were okay. Pretty soon the kits were four moons old.
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Sootkit's Path (In progress)
FanfictionSootkit, a young tortoiseshell she-cat of FireClan, has trials that await her in the forest. Sootkit loves her Clan and her family, until one day everything changes. What is this mysterious change? What will happen to the things and cats she loves?
