MyWarrior

I have written another story, but it isn't about Erin Hunter's warrior cats. I made up some new names, and a short (short) story about them.

Shaking his pelt roughly, Flamestar padded into the newly-white clearing. It was leaf-bare, the time when prey was scarce and cats' pelts wore down to the bone. Flamestar headed over to a group of cats that were gathered around a single scrawny rabbit, biting ravenously into it. "Briskfur I want you to lead the dawn patrol." Flamestar murmured to his deputy. The other two cats looked at him expectantly. "Dovewing, Thistletail, I want you to take a border patrol near the ShadowClan border. They have been pushing their scent markers, and Shrewclaw reported that there was a dead mouse with ShadowClan scent on it yesterday. Bring Sunpaw and Greyear with you." Flamestar then trotted toward the nursery. His mate, Silverwind, had just had her kits nearly a day before. "Flamestar, is that you?" His mate purred. Sure enough, gathered into her fur were three furry bundles squirming around. Pebbleheart, ThunderClan's medicine cat stood next to her giving her some herbs. "They are strong, healthy kits. I wonder why they were born now? Bare-leaf is a strange season for kits." Pebbleheart meowed. Silverwind proudly looked down at her kits. "This white one is Snowkit, and his sister here is Peddlekit and this," she nudged the midnight-black kit "is Nightkit." Flamestar looked down at his mate and kits. "Even in leaf-bare our clan is as strong as ever."