Moons Ago... Stone and Flower, part 1/3

Stone glanced over her shoulder. No one was looking. She seemed to feel eyes watching her, yet her keen, trained senses told her that no cat was around. She gazed down at the mewling, stuggling kit. Compassion filled her heart. Forbidden, yet Stone showed some great weakness. This weakness was undiscovered, but it was there. The kit had recently lost it’s mother. In a battle with Violet. Violet contained no mercy, and yet was appraised by Luna. Chrip, Violet’s apprentice, was turning the same way. Ruthless, yet praised, careless, yet accounted the best warrior in the clan. Stone was not envious of Violet, nor Chirp. Turning her thoughts back to the mewling kit, Stone was alarmed to smell the veiled presence of another cat. Growling, she spun around to defend herself from any attack. It did not come. Her amber eyes glanced around, sparkling in the sunlight.

“I won’t attack you,” a familiar voice whispered.

“Flower! You scared me half to death!” she mewed indigently, peering into the bush.

A sleek, graceful pale yellow cat emerged from the lush bushes. She glanced at the kit.

“Don’t worry, I share the same affections.” Flower whispered, gently touching the kit.

Stone nodded, and mewed quietly, “Will you help me then?”

Flower shook her head. Blue eyes met with amber and she pawed the air in

“But I will wish you good luck. I have.. a project to attend to.” Flower whispered, turning around and starting back into camp.

Project. The ‘project’ was Flower’s apprentice, Moon. She was secretly training Moon to be a loving, caring warrior, right in all the ways of the ancient code, trained with love and strictness that would endure through Moon’s life. Ivy, Moon’s mother, had named him after the terror in the cat’s world. Moon was the leader of a bobcat pack who attacked them many times. Moon had been named for wished-for strength, ruthlessness, and slyness.

The kit wailed again. Stone wondered what her name was. She was a dark brown black-speckled beautiful cat. Stone felt a twinge of envy, her coat was a plain light grey. The little kit kicked at Stone as she tried to lift her up.

“Shhh! You don’t understand, I’m here to help you?” Stone whispered fiercly.

She raced out of the clearing, carrying the kit firmly in her jaws. Mountain, she decided, is what she would have named this kit. For she felt she had the potential to free Stone. From Luna.