Wingcloud's Spark

The Beginnings
Wing opened her eyes, her faded brown optics scanning the room Sun shone in, warming the cat's pelt as she lay by herself in their nest. They were kitty pets, but they liked it. A small, cottage-like house, with kind, gentle Twolegs that took care of them, two sofas that they sat in, a table that her two moon old brother, Stitch, was trying to climb on, and a large cabinet with books and photos. Wing never understood how to read or what the words meant, the words not making sense at her age, even though she was 12 moons old, the oldest sibling out of her other littermates, Stitch and Dove. Fern, their mother, turned around and smiled, sensing she was awake. She was a slightly stout shecat with a burnt sierra brown pelt, her ears were slightly torn from possibly old wounds, her tail was short and stubby, and her eyes were a faded green color.
" Morning, Stitch and Dove.. What game are you playing?" She studied Stitch calmly. A scrawny tomcat, no bigger than a rabbit, was the runt of the litter, but he was fun. He knew a lot of games to play with Dove and Wing. He had a thin, tan, orange-y pelt. His right ear was always folded over slightly, giving it an out of place look. His tail was long and thick, with black patterns that looked like stitches. His eyes were a faded blue, filled with a happy look. " Silly, it's evening!" He chuckled, and he asked, " How are you feeling? Mama Fern said you had a chill after playing in the rain with us about maybe half a moon ago." Wing smiled calmly and mewed. "..A little better, I guess." She let out a small cough, laying in her nest. Dove trotted over to her, and grinned, showing the slight overbite she had. She was a bit bigger than Stitch, and she had a dark grey pelt with white patterns. Her eyes were a beautiful, faded grey color, and her left front paw was slightly crooked as a birth defect. " You get some rest. We can play when you wake up again!" Wing nodded, closing her eyes and letting darkness consume her.
The Spark
" WING! WAKE UP!" An ear piercing yowl interrupted her sleep, and she instinctively bolted awake. Suddenly, the whole house was in a ball of flame. Stitch and Dove clutched onto Fern. " We don't know..-" She let out a harsh wheeze, and Wing knew they had to escape. But what about her? Would she end up dying like the others? I just need to get them out of here. "..What happened to the Twolegs.. Help me carry Dove.." She picked up Dove, Fern carrying Stitch, and they headed towards the exit without looking back.They had just gotten halfway down the stairs when wooden planks began to fall. Wing glanced up, panting and wheezing, her lungs tight and burning and her eyes stinging. " Go! GO!" She dropped Dove and rushed her out of the cat door into the yard, where they would escape by jumping the fence. Suddenly, there was a shrieking yowl echoing through the flaming house, and when Wing turned around, she let out a gasp of grief and sadness. Her mother had just collapsed.
She ushered Dove out of the door, and then ran over to Fern and Stitch. Both the cats lay limp, not even breathing. "Mama.. St-stitch.." Her mother let out a harsh wheeze and glanced up at her, eyes looking to a faraway place the kit didn't know of. " Go.. Be saved.." At this moment, Wing let out a sniffle, realizing what her dying mother meant. I can't save them.. But I need to save myself. She had no time to even share tongues with them a final time, as she was putting herself at risk by now, the fire spreading more and more. She nodded and dashed away outside. The flame was now spreading out of the house and into the yard. She grabbed Dovekit, trying to pull her under the hole in the fence, but the kit was yowling and protesting. " Where's mommy?! What about Stitch?!" Wing turned back around, not wanting to tell the kit the awful truth, but she shrieked, " THEY'RE GONE, DOVE!" Suddenly, the kit fell to the grassy ground, wheezing. " No, no no no.. Not you too! Dove?!" Dove looked up at her, letting out a harsh cough, a small trickle of blood ran down her mouth as she coughed. It's just me now.. Save myself. Save myself. She ran and ran through the forest, and finally stumbled upon a group of cats. By now, tears were flooding down her faded brown eyes, her lungs were tightening, and every muscle ached. Her vision began to go blurry. " Help," She croaked. " Please.. Fire.. Dovestitchfern..Gone..Help," The last thing she remembered was collapsing on the earth, being consumed by a black darkness.
Second Chances
" How is she, Stormflight?" A cat's voice whispered. " Good.. She just needs to regain consciousness." At this moment, as if a signal, Wing opened her eyes. She was in a large, cave-like den, ivy and holly on the walls, tangy smells, and loads of herbs and mixes. " Ah,you're awake. Greetings, young one, I am Cometstar." " Where.. Am I?" Wing asked, confusion baffling her mind. " Welcome to Roseclan, dear. We found you sickly in the forest. You're awake now, in Stormflight's den, which is good."The leader bowed her head respectfully, before saying honestly-" You smell of kittypet. Are you one?" Wing nodded, not wanting to tell them about the fire. " I heard you talk about some cats-Dove, Stitch, and Fern. Your.. family?" Reluctantly hesitating at first, Wing nodded. " Lost them.. Fire. I need a family." Cometstar studied her cautiously for a few minutes, then looked at Stormflight. " ..How many moons are you?" " 12," She responded. " You will be appointed as Stormflight's apprentice. Welcome to Roseclan, Wingpaw."
Wingcloud now lives happily in Roseclan as a medicine cat, remembering her family, her second chances, and her new beginnings.
Fin.
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