The tales of the clouds

Chapter 2

"My kit! my beautiful, amazing kit! where is she? Where-" the she cat is cut off by her own sobbing.

"Brightwhisker, stop your wailing! its been a moon, don't you think you kit is dead by now! can't you get.." I realize my mistake rightaway. "oh my starclan, in sorry! Bright whisker, I swear, I didnt." I soften and fall into my own worries as well.

"My kit.,.. oh, moonclaw! show love for- for... ughh!" bright whisker wails once again and I finish the sentence mentally. my own kit.

"Moonclaw! teach us a battle move!" my kit, feather kit mews.

"Bright whisker? look, you have two lovely kits still! why won't you savor them?" I demonstrate a front paw swipe halfheartedly as night owl, our clan's mediciene cat walks in gravely.

"Moonclaw..." He gestures with his tail for me to meet him outside.

"Yes? oh... no! is it mouse kit? is- is he?" my voice trembles, its greenleaf, but green cough has made it to camp.

"Yes." He meows gently. "should I tell bright whisker?"

"No, I will. please, leave me to it." I pad over to her and whisper it in her ear.

"Oh, why does starclan hate me?"