Warrior Cats, Lilyfurs promise -Ch. 1-

It was a cold, dark night. The Duskclan camp smelled like stale, wet old leaves; some cats later on would say that the muggy weather was a sign of misfortune. But the tiny golden colored kit, who stood by the border of the dusty camp, took no notice. Her bright ocean blue eyes showed no sign of deception, as she stared up in awe at the water tracing down from a bright green leaf, wavering just above the tips of her small curved ears. The water plopped down with a splash onto her bright pink nose, and surprised, even she giggled. Wiping the liquid with her frail paw, the kit traced it into the dust, and turned her cream colored head when a white tipped tail flicked over her shoulder. She followed the tail until she was looking directly up, at a cat; the she-cats feminine frame showed signs of strain underneath her brown tabby pelt, and her white stomach and tail seemed dragged down from all the moisture held beneath. The queen smiled, and licked the kit on the ears, where brown markings showed brilliantly among her golden colored fur. "Hello, Lilykit! What are you doing out here?" asked the tabby she-cat, her amber eyes flashing. The queens face was like a mask of happiness, for beneath she felt pity and sorrow for Lilykit. Should she tell her? No. ...this kit was only four moons old. She would find out soon enough what had happened....to soon enough. "Hi Fallowlight! I`m not sure what im up to today." the kit, acting silly today, laughed and then continued, her soft downy fur ruffling in the cool slight breeze. "It just feels so nice out, y`know after it rained! I wish Momma and Daisykit would come out to play too!" added Lilykit wistfully. Fallowlight shifted her weight uncomfortably, her lips quivering as she flattened her ears, and immediatley Lilykit had a feeling something was up. "Whats wrong Fallowlight?" asked Lilykit in a squeaky voice. "Are Owlkit, Palekit, and Stormkit acting up again? I`ll put them back in they`re place!" teased Lilykit. Everyone knew that Owlkit, a tall brown and black kit, was troublesome. But then again so was his brother, Stormkit, a stocky gray tom. Palekit was a quiet pale brown tabby she-cat, almost the color of white, so she was no problem. Her brothers were a different problem! But sadly, Fallowlight shook her head. "No, Lilykit. Theres...something else you need to see." Fallowlight sighed, stood up, and looked down at Lilykit with reflective orange eyes, the color of fire, filled with grief. "Come on, little one. Your mother is...in the medicene cat den." Lilykit followed after Fallowlight, feeling confused. "The medicene den? Does momma need more special herbs?" asked the small kitten. Her mother was old, and had been known to have sore joints and, sometimes, a faulty leg. But Fallowlight shook her head once again, and parted the lichen hanging from the medicene cat den for Lilykit to walk inside. "No, Lilykit. Im afraid not this time."