Boltstrike's Choice

.:~Prologue~:.

"Quiet down, Brightkit. Boltkit, keep your paws to yourself. Oh, Crabkit, watch where you're going!" A queen was yet again fussing over her kits. Grayshade stifled an amused purr. "You weren't this difficult as a kit, now were you?" She pawed her mate in the muzzle. "You were worse, mousebrain." "I was born before you." "So was Mistcloud. And she has the best stories of you." He shot up, "That's it!" The kits squeaked in shock and bundled towards their mother's belly. "Now look what you've done." She picked up Brightkit by the scruff, and shot Grayshade a look. "You're not much better than the kit's!" "I might as well join a hunting patrol." "Yes," she nodded. "And bring back a vole. I'm so hungry." He padded out, leaving the queen alone to her kits. Brightkit looked up at her mother, squeaking the loudest. Crabkit curled up, softly snoring in his tail. Boltkit gently mewed as he pawed at his mother's fur. The queen purred. "Such beautiful kits. Grayshade and I are so proud of you." She brought her tail around the small blessings, and closed her eyes.

"StarClan? Where am I?" Frostleaf's eyes bolted everywhere around her. "Why is it so dark?" She squinted, and noticed that 2 cats were padding toward her. She unsheathed her claws, and let her fur fluff up to make her look twice her size. "Boltkit?" She noticed one was a tom that looked just like her son. A bright ginger pelt with black jet paws, and bright striking blue eyes. The other was a lithe she-cat Frostleaf didn't recognize. She squinted again. "Echokit?" They padded side by side, Boltkit in the lead. But, the kit was much more grown, looked stronger, and confident. He almost looked like a full grown warrior. Frostleaf froze in her position, but they didn't seem to notice her. Her son had stopped and turned to his companion. "No cat can stop us now, Echolight. RogueClan is proud to have you as their deputy." "And you, their leader, Boltstrike." Frostleaf's eyes widened. Boltstrike? Echolight? Not only were they fully grown, but they were warriors! Frostleaf shook her head. 'I must have dreamt myself into the future,' she thought. But why did they mention RogueClan? There is no such thing. They are CreekClan members! "Boltstar has a nice ring to it. What do you think?" "You've just been given your warrior name. Don't you think it's too early for a leader's title?" He licked her ear. "Nonsense. Don't be jealous. You'll earn your leader title eventually." "Oh, yeah? When?" "When I'm dead." He padded away. Frostleaf crouched down, and watched her son pad away. A yowl suddenly rang in her ears. "Beware, Frostleaf. Your son is in grave danger! Beware! Beware!" The howl died away, and Frostleaf woke with a startle as she moved around, searching for her kits. Finally she spotted them climbing over their father, Grayshade, in attempt of playing. "Feel my wrath, Scourge! ThunderClan attack!" Crabkit was pretending to be the great historical leader, Firestar, while Brightkit was Tawnypelt, and Boltkit, Whitestorm. Grayshade's amused purrs grew loud, but Frostleaf couldn't help but look anxiously at her son. Beware, was all that rang in her ears.