A Bird's Flight (Bird's Story)

INTRODUCTION
Pelt dappled with glistening light, each silvery strand speckled with glowing stars, as if covered in a fine veil of dew, the she-cat stared around. Her eyes, stretched into wide, gleaming ice blue gems, darted to and fro, looking fearful and apprehensive. Her legs, slim and mildly crooked, shook beneath her slender frame, her tail standing upright. Brambles, the brightest jade ever to be seen, rustled loudly to her left. Her head cocked to the side, her fear growing.
A tom, powerfully built, though with a lean and narrow body, strode forward confidently, his glaring eyes fixed on the shuddering she-cat. He fixed his glare on her, eyes narrowed. "Seems you believed after all." He said with a snort. The she-cat gasped. "J-Jac? How are you here? You said only Wild Cats came to Starclan!" SHe cried, shrinking back. Jac shook his head. "I was welcomed openly, Rose. I believed, spoke to the starry cats above me. So, here I am." He flicked his ear and stared around. "Much better than the Cutter, isn't it?"
Rose drew in a shuddering breath and slunk back. "I- I never believed. Not once. This is a dream. I'm not dead. I'm not!" She wailed, cowering, as if the stars were raining down upon her. Jac shook his head once more. Cautiously, he crept toward her and touched his nose to her ear. "I know of your past, Rosefrost. You were well known. Don't try and tell me you never lived with the leaves beneath your paws, never tried to live the life of a Clan cat."
Rosefrost flinched, shying away. "It all went wrong. I should've been born as a kittypet. I'm not fit to be a Wild Cat." She whispered sadly, her eyes flashing. Jac twitched away. "Even so, you're here now. You might as well enjoy it." He raised his muzzle to the sky, relishing in the warmth of the heated sun. "Come. I have some friends I'd like you to meet."
Blinking, she gaped at him, watching as he spun away with a lash of his tail. Assuming that was her sign to follow, and not daring to be left alone, she stumbled to her paws and followed.
The two walked for a very short time when they came to a mossy alcove. in the wall of a steep, rocky hill. The rocks tumbled beneath her paws as she trotted alongside Jac, her quivering flank pressed to his. "Where are we?" She breathed. Jac didn't respond. Instead, he gave a brief, loud yowl.
A small blur rushed out of the alcove, a dark, black and white comet. Rosefrost was launched off her paws, and sent falling, screeching, into the brambles.
"Rosefrost!" Cried a little voice. Squirming, she righted herself and peered around. Not until she lowered her gaze did she see her small attacker.
There, standing beneath her with bright brown eyes, was her deceased kit.
"P-Pepsi?" She murmured lovingly, bending down to touch her nose to the kits forehead. Pepsi blinked up at her, then shook his head. "Nope! I'm Nightkit now!" His eyes flashed. "Badgerswipe told me so. He said that Jac had named me so I could come here, and wait for you!" He mewled, darting in between her legs. Rosefrost turned her curious gaze to Jac, whom shrugged. "I knew Pepsi- Sorry, Nightkit- was weak the moment he was born. I couldn't bare to know he'd be gone forever, and I never forgot the way of the Clan's once they were learned. So, when you fell asleep, I went out. I found an old friend of mine- Badgerswipe. He told me there was a way to rename him. So, with high hopes, and hurried back to the twoleg nest. I grabbed Nightkit and with the help of Badgerswipe, renamed him and brought him to StarClan." He concluded evenly.
A flicker of warmth appeared in Rosefrost's eyes. "I should be mad, Jac, but I'm not. I thank you for bring my son here." Jac flinched, opening his mouth to speak. Instead, he inclined his head and turned away, bounding away into the brambles.
Huffing, Rosefrost turned her gaze to Nightkit, who frolicked around her paws. "So, Nightkit, mind giving me a tour?" She mewed gently. Eyes shining with joy, the little siamese nodded vigerously and darted off.
"This way!"
CHAPTER 1
"Mama? Mama, can I come out now?" The small, cream colored kitten poked her black muzzle out, sniffing uncertainly. "You said there were humans out, but I don't smell any. Are they gone?" Small paws stretched out, scrambling to find purchase on the uneven, sandy ground. She shuddered, though no breeze blew. Sniffing once more, she stared around. "Where are you?" Her eyes stretched wide. "Are we playing a game? Ok, I'll go back and hide." 
W.I.P. Bird has a lot of her life to live out, so until I roleplay with her more, nothing else will be added.
Category:Cats
Category:Stories