Reedwhisker's Choice

Reedwhisker's 
                    Choice  
____________________· </p></p>Chapter 1
Everything was calm in the horizon - from the sound of the rushing rivers of RiverClan's camp to the silent scuttling of squirrels trying to get back to the ThunderClan border; the sun began to rise and the shadows went to hide until it was there time to come back. A mottled, gray she-cat kept 3 young kits around her small but muscular legs, the she-cat was named Brookstream. After earning her warrior name from defending Minnowtail from 1 dog as an apprentice, and ended up becoming famous around the 4 clans. Her mate, Rooktail came and nuzzled her, also dipping his head down to get a closer look at his own kits. Rooktail was a dark, characoal cat - he was quite an intimidating opponent, what scared his enemies the most was his muscular and tall frame which was also attractive to shecats at the same time. He was a lady's man, and Brookstream was lucky to have him.
One of the kits with dark, jet-black fur pawed softly against his nose and climbed over Brookstream's paws in wobbled steps. It wasn't identified if it was a tom or she-cat but the couple remained sure it was a tom; it steadily got onto it's paws and looked up at Rooktail revealing leafy eyes, he had inherited Brookstream's green eyes. The second kit was a spitting image of the first kit, it wobbly tried to copy it's siblings action's but tumbled onto it's sibling instead, landing with a gentle OOF. The third kit stayed in Brookstream's legs, Addertail, the medicine cat informed them that he was sure that it wouldn't survive to become 1 moon. Rooktail agreed with the news, and hadn't broken it to Brookstream. He sadly stared at the fluffy, gray kit in Brookstream's legs while his mate continued to nudge and try to wake it up but there wasn't any responses. Speaking of Addertail, the brown oak-coloured tom walked inside the nursery. "Brookstream and Rooktail, again congratulations on your litter. I hope StarClan blesses them with an amazing life." Although, he wished the kits were his instead. He always thought that him and Brookstream would produce an excellent litter but it'd never happen.
"Thank you, Addertail." Brookstream smiled, looking up to her mate and nuzzling him. Bitterness and jealousy ran through Addertail's veins, and his throat became very sour at the sight of Brookstream and Rooktail flirting with each other. 
"To inform you, the 2 kits that look exactly like.." He took a pause, trying to pronounce the word. The jealousy hit him again. "Sorry, the kits that look like Rooktail are most definitely both toms. The gray kit is a shekit, do you want to name them yet?" He looked at Brookstream, staring at her gorgeous facial features and forgetting that he had a conversation with her. 
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