Oakstar's past- Chapter six
Oakstar's past- Chapter six
"I'm still sorry for your dad, Oakpaw." Spottedpaw mewed. "You've already told me ever since he died." Oakpaw mewed. He only remembered his father because the annoying she-cat brought it up so many times, but he forgot his mother. Oakpaw lowered his head in sadness, clawing at the dirt. "Hey guys." Tigerpaw meowed, running to the apprentices. "Hi, Tigerpaw!" Spottedpaw mewed, running over to see her friend. The two cats talked. Oakpaw looked around, feeling lonely. Spottedpaw spent more time with Tigerpaw than him. Oakpaw looked at his paws, hoping that Tigerpaw would become a warrior already. Tigerpaw was worse than Oakpaw expected. He watched as the apprentices left camp. They didn't invite him to come along. Oakpaw slammed his paw on the ground as he was left alone. But he wasn't alone. Sunpaw sat beside the brown apprentice. "Are you okay?" She asked, pawing at his shoulder softly. He snapped out of the thought and looked at his friend. "Yeah, I'm okay."
Oakstar's past- Chapter five
Oakstar's past- Chapter five
Oakkit woke up, looking at Mousefur. She was talking to his father. "My cough has gotten worse." He meowed, turning his head as he coughed. "I-I don't think I will be deputy for long." He meowed. Oakkit looked at Brackeneart, what was a deputy? "Moonfeather tells me that today might be my last day. I'm sorry I won't be here for you and Oakkit." He meowed. "You'll always be here. In my heart, and in Starclan." Mousefur meowed, nuzzling his shoulder. Oakkit was confused. Oakkit kept quiet as he watched his father cough, his body shaking violently. "I'm sorry I won't be here for you Oakkit." He meowed to his son. "Papa, where are you going?" He mewed. "I'm going hunting...And never coming back." He meowed to his son. "What do you mean? Will you get better? will you hunt for the clan?" Oakkit asked. "I've served my clan." He meowed to his son, coughing. Brackenheart gave him a warm smile, stroking the kit's back with his tail. "Papa, can I come?" He asked. Brac
Oakstar's past- Chapter four
Oakstar's past- Chapter 4
Oakkit woke up, a dim light shining from the nursery. He looked around, Where was Mousefur? Oakkit tilted his head, calling for his mother. "Where are you, mama?" He looked out of the nursery, sniffing the air. Oakkit's paws brought him to the fresh-kill pile. She was there, but where did she go? He looked around, still searching for her. 'She might come back later.' Oakkit walked back to the nursery, snuggling close to Spottedkit and her mother. He closed his eyes, waiting for the sun to rise higher. But where could Mousefur be? and Why would she leave him? Oakkit shook with fear at the thought of being abandoned.
Oakkit felt paws poke at him. He opened his eyes. Spottedkit was poking him in the face. "Let's play!" Spottedkit mewed. Oakkit looked around the nursery, Mousefur watched her son from the corner. "Where were you, mama?" He mewed, running towards her. "I was just sharing prey earlier this morning." Mousefur mewed. "I saved a peice for you." She meow
Oakstar's past- Chapter three
Oakstar's past- Chapter 3
A big brown tom sat at the entrance of the nursery, grooming his fur before he could come in. Oakkit opened an eye, looking at the cat who visited him many times. "Hi." Mousefur meowed to the tom, nudging Oakkit to his father. "Hi, papa!" Oakkit mewed, standing on his hindpaws, placing his paws on his father's chest for support. Brackenheart lowered his head to nuzzle Oakkit. Spottedkit looked at Oakkit. "Can we play with the apprentices soon?" Spottedkit mewed towards Oakkit. "Sure!" He mewed, watching as Mousefur talked to his father. "Probably while they're busy, we can go." Oakkit whispered. "Sure!" Spottedkit mewed, the two sneaking out of the nursery. Oakkit saw Tigerpaw with Sunpaw and some unfamiliar apprentices. "Hey, guys! Check it out!" Tigerpaw mewed to the kits. Spottedkit ran faster and Oakkit followed after. The other apprentices greeted the kits. "This is Whitepaw, Silverpaw, Nightpaw, Lionpaw, Squirrelpaw, Berrypaw and Spottedpaw." Tigerpaw me
Oakstar's past- Chapter two
Oakstar's past- Chapter 2
It had been a week since his annoying friend had mentioned Tigerpaw and Sunpaw. As the days past, he was really eager to meet them. He remembered being visited by a big brown tom that looked like him a few days ago, but that was his father. "Can I go outside, mama? I wanna see the apprentices!" He mewed. Mousefur examined her kit for a few moments before saying a "yes" with a slight hint of worry. "Just be careful." Mousefur murmured, licking the kit's cheek before he left with Spottedkit. "There they are!" Spottedkit mewed, scrambling to the apprentices. Oakkit followed after, coming to a halt as his friend crashed into Tigerpaw. Tigerpaw purred. "Hey!" He meowed, swiping at Spottedkit playfully. Spottedkit jumped over his paw and climbed onto his arm, making a way towards his head. Oakkit looked around, spotting Sunpaw as she purred in amusement at Tigerpaw. "Oh, hi there." She mewed, looking at Oakkit. "Oh, hi." Oakkit mewed. "Are you Sunpaw?" He asked, fli
Oakstar's past- Chapter one
Oakstar's past- Chapter 1.
Oakkit crawled around the nursery, his eyes closed shut. He couldn't tell where he was going but he could smell. "Hello!" He heard a voice. Oakkit moved his head in all directions, trying to find the cat that greeted him. Oakkit's nose twitched as he sniffed once more. 'this cat doesn't smell like mama.' He thought, turning his head, trying to get back to Mousefur. Mousefur purred, licking the small brown kit. "When will he open his eyes?" A small she-kit mewed, looking at Oakkit. "I hope it's soon because I want to play!" Oakkit had heard laughter and words, unsure what to do. "Come on! Open your eyes now!" The kit mewed, prodding his face with her paws. Oakkit was confused. "Open them up!" The kit mewed once more. "Stop messing with him!" A voice called, and the kit stopped bothering the tiny brown kit, scampering over to the big cat. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to play with my new denmate. You're no fun, mama." She mewed, a hint of anger in her voice.