The Awesome Pawsome

[Fernstar]

One day in the BoulderClan nursery three newborn kits lay curled beside their mother. "Whitekit, Bluekit and Nightkit," the gray queen meowed softly, gesturing to the ginger tom, the blue/gray tom and the black shekit. "Oh, Elmclaw, if only you could see them," she meowed softly to the sky and turned her gaze to her kits. She smiled. "They are beautiful." Birchpelt fell asleep next to her kits and woke up later on that day.


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Nightkit, Whitekit and Bluekit had shared many happy times with each other in the six moons they had been in the nursery and it was finally time to move up in the Clan. The two brohers and the sister bounded foreward to recieve their apprentice names and mentors. Everything about the ceremony went smoothly until afterwards when Birchpelt pulled her kits aside. She sighed and looked sadly at Nightpaw, Whitepaw and Bluepaw. "It is time that I told you that your father is in HillClan," she meowed. "You mustn't tell another soul about this. Before you were born we decided that one of you was going to go and live with your father," Birchpelt turned to Nightpaw. "You are the one that is leaving to go with your father, Elmclaw," she meowed.
"What?! Why me?" Nightpaw exclaimed. Her brothers had the same look of angered shock on their face. It was clear the siblings wanted to be split. They were closer than most other litters.
"You can't just send her away like this!" Whitepaw protested. "It's not right!"
Bluepaw nodded in agreement but Birchpelt just shook her head. "It has been decided. You are meeting your father and going tonight," she told Nightpaw.

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[Fernstar]

And so life went on for Nightpaw. After her father's death, she became withdrawn from the rest of the Clan, speaking only when she had to. For her, it seemed the only joy she found came from seeing her brother's across the boundary line or at gatherings. True, some cats had their suspicions about her having an affair with Whitepaw or Bluepaw, but no cat ever confronted her about it. After a while, all three siblings got their warrior names: Nightshadow, Whitechest and Blueheart. Time seemed to inch along for Nightshadow as she awaited the next gathering where she could see her missed family. During the time they had been apart, Birchpelt had been made deputy. Finally the day of the gathering arrived. Nightshadow rushed to greet her brothers. Whitechest and Blueheart were looking sad. "Where's Birchpelt?" Nightshadow asked.
"She died of blackcough," Whitechest meowed solomnly.
"Whitechest has been made deputy in her place," Blueheart meowed, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work. The black and white she-cat bowed her head and then raised it as the gathering was called to order. Whitechest left to sit with the other deputies.