Squirrelflight has three healthy kits. But not one of them has inherted their father's infamous dark tabby pelt. It seems that Hollypaw resembles Ashfur, Jaypaw resembles Crowfeather (in both looks and personality), and only Lionpaw has his mother's ginger pelt. Why is this?
This is MY version of The Sight. The only thing I know about the book is that Hollypaw, Jaypaw, and Lionpaw are the main kitties, I know their personalities, and Jaypaw is blind. A twisted version of the first book of The Power of Three.
Prologue: Last Winds of Winter
A crescent moon hung in the cloudless star-filled sky, glowing brightly in the inky blackness of the night. In the forest below, a gentle breeze tugged at the trees and bushes. Brand new leaves that had appeared not long after the last snow of leaf-bare rustled softly. From the heart of the peaceful woodlands, an owl hooted softly as it lifted from its tree in search of a mouse. A fox barked, and a night hawk screeched. Then all was quiet once more.
A light brown tabby picked her way silently through the forest. Every now and then, she would stop to look over her shoulder. Her white paws made soft dents in the ground. Her breathing was heavy and labored, and she staggered slightly before picking herself up again. She seemed to be searching for something with desperation.
"Squirrelflight!" she rasped out, her voice filled with anguish and pain. "Squirrelflight, where are you?" She broke into a run, gasping for breath all the time. If it had not been for the voice, she would have dashed straight past the she-cat.
"Leafpool!" The tabby skidded to a halt.
Underneath a blackberry bush, a ginger she-cat was stretched out on her side, her eyes half closed. At her belly was a single kit, a tiny tom with a fiery gold pelt. The queen eyed Leafpool with bewilderment and surprise.
"I told you not to follow me!" she hissed. "Now every cat in ThunderClan will know I'm missing."
"Berrypaw still goes to you every night for fresh cobwebs on his side wound. Once he finds out you're not at the camp, he'll tell Brambleclaw, and-" She broke off and frowned, staring at the tabby as if seeing her clearly for the first time. "What's the matter?"
"Squirrelflight…I…I'm going to have kits. Now." Leafpool gulped out.
"What!" Several birds took flight from a nearby tree in alarm. A thick, uncomfortable silence fell between the two cats, broken only by Leafpool's heavy breathing. The other she-cat seemed to be struggling to find words.
"But…You're so thin. How can that be?"
"A miracle from StarClan," the other joked weakly, flopping down on her side.
"Why did you come to me?" Squirrelflight asked, lifting her head.
"Use your head!" Leafpool snapped irritably. "I'm the ThunderClan medicine cat. There are some who still do not completely trust me for running off with Crowfeather, and that was moons ago. How do you think they would respond to this?"
"Alright, I see why you would want to hide from the Clan, but why did you come here yowling like you had just been attacked by badgers?!"
"I need you to take my kits," Leafpool hissed through clenched teeth. "Please, Squirrelflight. You must take them! If you don't, I'll have to give them to Crowfeather, and I don't know if I could stand that!"
The red queen stiffened in shock. "What do you mean 'you'd have to give them to Crowfeather'?"
"Who did you think it was? Ashfur?" Leafpool snapped, her voice quiet. Squirrelflight recoiled.
"No." She whispered softly. "It wasn't Ashfur, because he is Lionkit's father."
"Lionkit?" Leafpool echoed. "Who's that?"
Squirrelflight stared pointedly at her newborn kit. "My son."
I know, 'tis very short. Other pages will be longer, I promise.
Brambleclaw needs to go curl up and die a very painful death. I hate him. Squirrelflight should never mate with him. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ashfur, on the other hand, rocks my socks. He was angry with her in Sunset for getting back together with Brambleclaw even though she was having his son. And Leafpool and Crowfeather mated when they ran away from the forest. Heh heh heh. :)
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