Rowanfall's Journey Starts

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A misty, pale gray she-cat was curled in the nursery, grooming her fur. She had deep blue eyes and tufts of white on her chest that shown out against the rest of her gray-ish fur. She she licked her paws, long, sharp claws slid out.

"What are you doing, Mistfrost?" asked a she-cat sitting next to her in a moss nest. This other she-cat was a tannish-brown color with green eyes and white paws.

"My claws feel...odd." the first she-cat, Mistfrost, meowed, "I think I got something stuck in one when I was out hunting."

"That shows you what happens when you go out hunting while you're still nursing kits." the second she-cat mewed, highly disapproving of Mistfrost's behavior. "You need to take care of Rowankit. I'm tired of taking care of your kit while you're out hunting and on patrols."

"Don't insult my parenting skills, Tanclaw." Mistfrost hissed, her fur on end.

"Don't be a bad parent, then." the tan-brown she-cat muttered, rolling over and licking her two kits.

Mistfrost gazed into her own nest, at her kit. Rowankit was a brown she-cat with pale ginger paws and tail, a white tuft on her chest, and deep blue eyes. Maybe she was a bad mother. "She won't ever be a warrior."

"Who said that?" Mistfrost looked around the nursery, and saw a brown tom with stars in his pelt gazing down at her. He was tall and strong-looking, muscles bulging.

"Rowankit won't ever follow the Warrior Code. She can't be a warrior. She is a danger to the Clans." The tom faded into nothingness and Mistfrost was left staring at the wall of the nursery.

Mistfrost had an internal struggle. She would never be a warrior... she was a danger to the clans... would Mistfrost get rid of her? Mistfrost closed her eyes, not knowing what to do. She decided. She gave Rowankit a lick and meowed, "I'll show those StarClan mousebrains. You will be the best warrior WindClan has ever seen."

Chapter 1: Rowankit's Game
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