River Clan 15

Moonkit centered on her enemy. Tail swinging furiously, she yowled a tremendous yowl and pounced on the unsuspecting Thunder Clan warrior.

"I've got you now!" she yowled, pawing at an old, dry piece of moss.

"Get back into the nursery, Moonkit!" Berryfrost growled, batting playfully at Moonkit, who was centered on her 'prey.'

"Why?" Moonkit whined, frowning at the prospect of leaving her game.

A sudden flash of gold. "GET IN THE-" suddenly Berryfrost screeched and disappeared into the air.

Thunder rumbled and the misty clouds made Moonkit shiver.

"SPECKLEKIT! MEADOWKIT!" Moonkit yowled.

Swirling mists surrounded her, the air darkened.

"Help!" Moonkit shrieked.

"COME BACK!" a voice rumbled, surrounding the flailing Moonkit.

Down, down, down she was falling. Into nothing.

"NOOOOooo....." she yowled.

"Moonkit, wake up!" Specklekit poked at Moonkit, snoring fitfully in a dream.

Specklekit rolled his eyes, and pawed at Moonkit, rolling her out of the nest.

"AHHH!" Moonkit screeched, jumping back into the den.

Specklekit knew it was coming. He had the same reaction... sort of.

The white stuff that covered the ground his mother called 'snow.' It was freezing and tickled his paws.

Giggling, Meadowkit exclaimed, "“What is this stuff?” Specklekit growled playfully, “It’s snow, frog-brain!” Meadowkit and Moonkit romped playfully through the snow, spraying it up into Specklekit’s face. Specklekit relaxed for a moment. He padded over to share tongues with the warriors. “I’m worried, Leaffrost, for Fuzzypelt. She’s been gone to moons,” Brakentail mewed. Specklekit sighed. Always the clan worried for Fuzzypelt, always talking about her. Only having remembered her once, Specklekit was anxious to meet her again.

The stripped cat groaned. Where was she? Then Fuzzypelt remembered. The battle with Thunder Clan and the strange cat. “Is anybody here?” she mewed quietly. She was in a dark cave. She turned her aching head and gasped. A large crystal stone reflected moonlight and shone it brightly around the room. The dark shadow of the strange cat jumped down off of the stone. “Fuzzypelt,” the voice murmmered. It sounded strangely familiar. “You must follow me,” the voice continued. The shadow disappeared behind the giant Moonstone. Bounding after the shadow, Fuzzypelt leapt over the rock and found herself in a smaller tunnel. “Where are you?” Fuzzypelt mewed, her voice echoing erily off every wall. As if in answer, her keen senses heard a short, muffled, “Over here, come here.” The voice faded into a normal voice as Fuzzypelt rounded a corner of the tunnel. “Fuzzypelt, it is me, Beestripe,” a beautiful she-cat whispered. “Beestripe?” Fuzzypelt mewed in surprise. “My kit, you have made it so far. The golden cat arises and only you can stop it. Come, walk with me.” A light fluttering sensation entered Fuzzypelt’s heart, and she felt young again. Flicking her tail, Fuzzypelt padded after Beestripe. The two cats disappeared in a warm mist further into the Cave of Starclan.