Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

I loved him. Who is he? Weaselfur. He was killed by Brightheart after she killed his brother, Owlwhisker. Yet, I heard Brightheart died because of her wounds. I smirked happily when I heard what happened, but I felt sorry.

Furzepelt woke up in the sunrise, stretching and getting out of the den, she padded out of camp and went hunting. Furzepelt crouched down and stealthy sneaked forward, she pounced and bit into the mouse with her front teeth. She collected her prey, a thrush and a mouse, and walked back to camp.

I appeared in camp a couple minutes later and dropped my mouse in the fresh-kill pile. I ate my thrush alone, filling my belly with sweet meat. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather round the highrock!" Onestar boomed, I finished my thrush and walked over, sitting down next to Breezepelt and Heathertail. "We are going to attack Thunderclan through the tunnels tommorow morning! Try not to kill kits and elders!" With that Onestar finished as the sun went down. I padded to my den, curling in my nest and falling asleep.

Furzepelt awoke next morning, the sun shining. She remembered that they were going to attack Thunderclan today, she picked a mouse out of the kill pile and took a large bite out of it. She offered Breezepelt to share with her, he refused at first but gave in and shared with her. Once finished the two talked together. Onestar stood at the entrance, his voice bellowing the camp to shut up. "Nightcloud, Breezepelt and Furzepelt! Stay here and guard the camp!" With that the rest of the Windclan cats rushed through the entrance to Thunderclan. 

A few moons later, Windclan had lost the battle, I wasn't suprised. I licked my new mates cheek, Breezepelt. He was sour outside but sweet on the inside. I was expecting kits soon, and I moved into the nursery. It's nice and cosy, I got fed by my mate with a mouse, my favourite prey. I looked around, my green eyes scanning everything. My stomach hurted so much, I started gasping. Breezepelt entered to check on me and rushed out to get Kestralflight.

After some time Furzepelt was sitting happily with her kits, they were sleeping silently. "Do you mind one kit being like Weaselfur?" Breezepelt shook his head and layed down with her. "Lets name the Weaselfur copy, Weaselkit." Breezepelt let out a mrrow of laughter. "I'll name the black furred she-cat Lynxkit." They both looked at the last tom who was grey furred. "Wolfkit." They both said. 

Six moons later, Lynxkit is now Lynxpaw, Weaselkit is now Weaselpaw and Wolfkit is now Wolfpaw. Breezepelt and I were on a patrol along with Whitetail and Lynxpaw. During our patrol we caught sight of a Fox, I attacked with Breezepelt. 

"The fox fled." 
"But what about Furzepelt?" 
"She is in the paws of Starclan now."