Thornpelt's Journey

Chapter 1

Emberheart licked her kits and smiled. This was her first litter, all healthy. She looked at her kits, they were all so perfect to her. They squirmed and mewed, their eyes not open yet. She picked up Greykit, the most adventurous of the newborn kits. "One day Greykit, but you'll get hurt if you go out now." She glanced at the thorn bush outside through a crack in the nursery's fern walls. She shook her head. "My kits will never get hurt as long as I can protect them." She looked up at Silverpelt, there was a crescent moon. "The gathering will be soon, hopefully the battles between Windclan and Riverclan have ended." She sighed, she could still hear the yowls of cats. Thunderclan warriors were there to help Riverclan.
The kit's father, Mudface, entered the nursery. Emberheart smiled, looking at the splotched face of the proud father. He licked his kit's pelts. "I'm so proud, they will be wonderful warriors one day." spoke Mudface. "They certainly will be." replied Emberheart. Neither of the mates had noticed that Greykit had slipped off, Mudface picked him up. "You better stay in the nursery for now mouse-brain." Mudface, his chest large with pride, padded out of the nursery.