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Secret Mate and the Prophecy of Kits

The full moon hung in the sky, giving off a eerie white glow that bleached Silverstorm's gray fur silver. She melted into the silver-lite forest and slunk to the edge of Moss Rock. She missed Rapier so much! It been moons since she had seen him; they had decided to lay low and she had just figured she was going to have hjis kits when they had decided that they were going to meet here at Moss Rock. She clawed her way up the rock, anxious that Rapier wouldn't show up. She sat and starred at the moon. Oh StarClan....where is he? she thought to herself as she heard soft pawsteps on the forest ground. She spun around to see the handsome brown tom claw his way up the rock.


"Rapier," she breathed and purred, touching her cheek to his. He purred and ran his tail to her shoulder. "I missed you and I have something to tell you." He gazed at her with his smokey hazel eyes.

"Did they find out who's having your kits?" he asked gentley. She looked up, startled.

"H-how did y-you know, Rapier?" she stammered, looking away into the distance.

"I know when my mate is expecting kits," he meowed. She looked at him with all the love in the world. StarClan, how can this be against the warrior code when it feels so.......right? she thought in dispair. Rapier shifted, purring as he pressed closer to her. She didn't pull way as she wondered what her Clan would think of her now. And the deputy was her friend, Stargaze. What would she think?

"Silverstorm!" Rapier growled, bringing her attention nack to him, his muscles rippling under his dark brown spotted pelt.

"Rapier! I can't do this! What if LightningClan found out? You have to join the Clan! You have to!" she screeched suddenly. He looked so scared of her she let the fur on her shoulders lay flat.

"What if they find out? I can't keep you a secret forever, Rapier," she breathed, leaning against him while listening to the forest fall asleep.

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The pains woke her up. They felt like a badger's claws were ripping through her flank. She knew it was the kits coming, but they weren't due for another moon!

"Shinestream! The kits are coming!" Silverstorm yowled. She heard the other queens stir and huddle the kits to the second level of the nursery. Shinestream and Wavepaw came in, herbs wrapped in bundles. They exchanged a weary look that Silverstorm knew meant it was going to be a long night. A contraction shook her flank and they shook her until the sun's blood red rays touched the middle of camp. She felt a bundle finally slide into the nest. It was really small. It was pale silver and had blue eyes, like hers.
"Morningkit," she breathed, looking at the she-cat as Shinestream licked her fur the wrong way.

She yowled in pain as a sharp contraction shook her exhausted body and prayed to StarClan. Oh StarClan she's been born too early! Please let her live, oh StarClan please! I love her already! she thought desperatly. A breeze tickled her ear tufts as she looked around, another contraction shaking her. She knew the nursery was so snug no breeze could get in here, but a sweet scent touched her nose.

"You will have your kit, my dear........." whispered a she-cat in her ear, then it was gone. Silverstorm knew it had been her mother, having suffered an early birth as well.

She knew the kitting was over she would love her with all her heart, enough for her and Rapier. She could feel Rapier's sleek fur as she licked Morningkit's fur. Nuzzling her beautiful kit to her belly, she looked up to the brightening sky.

"Oh, StarClan, thank you," she meowed softly, looking at her kit again. She loved her so much....... Morningkit was born a moon early, but she would survive. Shinestream and Wavepaw purred at another's night hard work, but their expressions were fake, Silverstorm knew. They knew the kit may not survive the night; it was so small. Silverstorm knew her kit would survive till the end of LightningClan