Thunderstar's Prophecy Part 1!

Thunderstar’s Prophecy


How Eagleclan came to Be


Chapter One

“Eaglestar! Morningbreeze has found a lost kit!” the sound of an urgent tabby she-cat mew woke Thunderkit up. She siged,sneezed, and lifted her head wearily up. She peered around the nursery, her eyes adjusting. Her mother, Sweetflower, was still asleep, Tanglekit and Goldenkit at her side. She blinked, and squiggled out of the other kits heap that they had slept in last night. She shook her head, then stood up shakily. She made sure her mother was asleep, then padded outside of the nursery. The camp was bustling with energy. She picked out her father, Lionspirit, organizing the patrols, since he was deputy, and Eaglestar beside him. She raised her tail up proudly, and trotted of to the fresh-kill pile. She stepped into the small, sheltered hollow that concealed the clans prey. She wondered what Brighttail, the tabby she-cat that had woken the whole clan up, was making a fuss about. It was probably just some other Eagleclan kit that had strayed off, gotten dirty, and returned stinky. She poked her head out, and twitched as a wail broke out. She gasped to see that the clans med. Cat, Winterstorm, was bending over a bloody kit, that smelt like the piece of rotting bird one of the apprentices put in the pile last leaf-fall. She shook her head. It was just a kit, not an enemy. But she still couldn’t help wanting to run over and fight the kit off, but something told her not to. That kit was just like her. Small, innocent, and feisty. She decided to make friends with it. Thunderkit tipped her head to the side. She could hear some of the conversation that was going on. “Well,” Winterstorm mewed. “All I got out of this little guy is that his name is Sparrow, and his mother was a rouge.” he looked toward Eaglestar. He nodded, and turned to go back to his den. His apprentice, Thistlepaw, was patiently waiting for him. He entered, Thistlepaw followed, and they were gone. Eaglestar called after him. “This kit- I mean Sparrow is covered in blood!” his reply was from Thistlepaw. “It is dried, and it isn’t his blood!” Eaglestsr sighed, shook his head, and padded into his den, and she curiously followed. Her pelt brushed the brambles that were in front of the leaders den entrance. She tensed, poked her head around the brambles, and saw the inside. A waterfall was showering a fine mist where the leader was curled up in a mossy bed. She purred, then flinced as the leader turned. “Thunderkit,” he meowed. “I know that you are there. Come here please.” Thunderkit walked over, and sat in front of him. He opened his jaws, to say something, but was cut off by a tom- Eveningheart, yowling a warning to the clan. Thunderkit was almost knocked over by her leader as he streaked past her, into the camp, where yowling was being heard. She followed, shaking, and froze as a large cat came hurtling toward her. She turned tail,running with all of Starclan, and climbed up the Cliffside, away from the battle, and all the cats. Her paws were growing waery, and her eyes were drooping. She finally found a small den, and curled up inside. Her eyes closed, and she fell asleep.

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