He thought she looked lonely, but she looked up and smiled. He saw Amberleaf, the medicine cat, sorting out herbs. The two were newfound mates, and Nightkit loved the kind Mysticshade who let him play with her tail.
Mysticshade was sharing a piece of prey with her mate, Fireystripes under the shadowy bracken near the warriors den. As his eyes adjusted, the shady camp he called home was peacefull. He dashed outside.īlinking for a moment, he took in the camp. 'Good move! I dont want to be the warrior that is!' Nightkit beamed with pride. Runningbrook was a amber spotted she-cat. As most mothers, Runningbrook had pride in her son. 'Rrrah!' No match for the mighty Nightstar, leader of ShadowClan! He lunged forward, snarling, bowling the moss ball over, clawing it to pieces. In his minds eye, it was a fierce ThunderClan warrior. But something I said, something I did shattered my dream.
It was all I wanted to be a leader, a great warrior. I was a enthusiastic, brave and energetic young kit. When I was little, I was named Nightkit for my black pelt. They aren't secrets anymore.' - Nightpounce. 'Secrets are not kept secret if you tell someone. She also urges you to absoulutely give this a comment and a review, maybe even award it something. Elders Tales is a fanfiction by Gingerstripe.
