Warriors: Everfree of Secrets

Dashfang saw about three little kits jeering at Bloodface. His rage showed in his yowls, and his mouth opened to curse at them. Boltstripe, who was supposed to be guarding them, smiled at her, but turned back to the kits.

Skykit was among them, and she started to swipe at the elder’s tail. He growled at the young cat, and another kit jumped in front of him, sticking out his tongue. Skykit then bit down into his tail, and he let out a huge yowl of agony.

Dashfang stared at the three kits and flattened her ears. “Skykit, Diamondkit, Silverkit! Enough!” she growled, and the three kits stopped.

Boltstripe flattened his ears, and growled at Dashfang. “They were doing fine!” she yowled. “They were just practicing their fighting techniques.” Her ears pointed up, and his eyes gleamed.

“Do they really have to do it to an elder?” she asked, putting her paw on her face. “Alright, that’s enough. Get away from Bloodface.” She pushed the kits away, and guided Bloodface to Spitfires den. He walked slowly into her small clearing. “And as for you Skykit, you should know better!” she yowled when she flew back.

Skykit flattened her ears. “Well, maybe I just wanted to show the other kits that I am not weak!” she growled, and she faced Diamondkit and Silverkit.

Dashfang looked into her cold eyes, but then looked away, growling. “Just because you’re a kitty-pet . . .”

She was cut off by Skykit’s voice. “What?” she growled.

Dashfang’s ears pricked. Hadn’t Morningdew told her that she was a kitty-pet? “You’re a kitty-pet, didn’t Morningdew tell you?” she mewed, her voice calm.

Skykit looked down at her paws. Dashfang growled curses under her breath and told her that she had been a kitty-pet. She had a kitty-pet mother, and most likely a kitty-pet father. When she finished Skykit’s eyes were huge.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked helplessly.

“I thought that Morningdew did!” she growled, when Browniepaw popped up behind them.

His brown fur gleamed in the sunlight which reminded some two-leg dessert that they had accidently fed her. He smiled at them, and he mewed to them, “Is everything aright?” He looked down at Skykit. He smiled and patted her head. “Do you two want to come herb hunting with me?” he asked happily.

Dashfang and Skykit nodded, and they left the camp. Dashfang looked outside at the bright snow. It stood neatly in patches on the ground, and Skykit pounced in them. She got down and pounced on a leaf. Soon they heard a yowl from her. “Browniepaw, Browniepaw!” she mewed as she jumped over to the medicine cat apprentice. “Are these some good herbs?” she asked as she pointed to some dark purple herbs in a little bush. They looked like juniper berries, but they were too bright to be them.

Browniepaw’s eyes widened and he yowled over to the young kit, right before she was about to touch them. “No, don’t touch those!” she growled, and the kit jumped backwards. “These are deathberries. Some cats call them nightlock, but I prefer their formal name. I was first introduced to them when I was just about to touch them. Spitfire yowled at me throughout the rest of the day. She said that if I even touched them I would hurt by toxins.” He finished her speech and covered up the berries with leaves. “Some mouse-brained fox can unbury it and eat it,” her mewed with a giggle.

Dashfang still breathed heavily from the young cats yowl. She as surprised when he yowled for Browniepaw was usually mellow, and calm. His eyes burned with fear as he stared at the almost killed kit. Skykit breathed faster than Dashfang. She was, after all, the one that was about to touch the Nightlock. She purred when Skykit came up against her, shivering with fear.

“C’mon you two,” she mewed, “let’s get home.” She pounced away, and Skykit went with her. Her eyes were huge, and she stared at the nursery. Dashfang knew she was thinking terrible things. She rapped her tail around her, and she touched her nose to her nieces. Skykit scooted closer to her aunt, and she squeaked something that Dashfang couldn’t understand. Then she said it again.

“I’m sorry.”