Ferndusk's Fate

The Event

"Oh come ON Fernkit! Chase the mouse is boring! We wanna play ShadowClan attack." Dawnkit whined "Yeah!" Twigkit chimed in. "We need to practice being Warriors!" The little tortoiseshell tom reared up on his hind legs and swiped at the air. Blossomkit snatched a glance at her brother Stormkit and Fernkit looked away she stood up looking over at her brother and sister Dawnkit and Twigkit then over to the siblings Stormkit and Blossomkit she sighed "I guess I am outnumbered" her blue eyes suddenly brightened "I am gonna see if Spottednettle can tell me a story!" Dawnkit's smooth and creamy tan pelt rippled as she stepped toward Fernkit "Don't you want to play with us?" Fernkit shook her head Stormkit's gray tabby fur bristled "She doesn't have to!" Fernkit fluffed up her fur indignitly and the calico shape of Blossomkit weaved in front of her brother and Blossomkit cast a sidelong look at Fernkit "I think Fernkit can take care of herself" she mewed. Dawnkit rolled her eyes "FINE" she said annoyed before returning to her usual bossy self "Alright, me and Blossomkit will be the ShadowClan warriors. Twigkit and Stormkit can be the ThunderClan warriors..." Fernkit flicked her ear trying to catch the last notes of her sisters voice as she padded toward the elders den. She poked her head inside "Spottednettle?" She called softly "Who is it?!" Came the exasperated mew from Spottednettle when she saw Fernkit her eyes lit up up and rusty purr rumbled in her throat. "Fernkit!" She mewed delightedly. "I guess you came because you want a story?" Fernkit nodded silently. She padded deeper into the den though there was no reason to try to keep warm for it was the middle of new-leaf and everyone was glad that the nasty leaf-bare was over. "Alright so once a very very long time ago..." Spottednettle's ginger and white fur rippled as she made the motions for the story. Suddenly there was a shriek of fear and pain from outside. Fernkit leaped to her paws "Great StarClan what was that?!" Spottednettle cried. But Fernkit was already racing out into the clearing and she padded over daring herself to look inside the small ditch where at the edge Dawnkit, Stormkit, Blossomkit, and Twigkit stared wide eyed. She peared in. There below her lay a broken twisted body of a small gray tabby kit.

It was Stormkit.

(To be continued)