Spireshine's Gloom

**Deputy:** Goldenmask (Black tom with golden markings and light green eyes]

**Medicine-cat:** Tawnystep (Calico she-cat)

**Warriors:**

Weaselclaw (Chestnut brown tom)

Thorntail (Grey tabby tom)

Redspots (Tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes)

Drifteyes (Light grey misty she-cat with pale blue eyes)

Kestrelfeather (Brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes)

Fennelthroat (Dusty cream tom with green eyes)

Pineleg (Brown tom)

**Apprentices:**

Fogpaw (Grey she-cat)

Hollowpaw (Young, black tabby tom with blue eyes)

Shadowpaw (Black tom)

**Queens:**

Softstep (Light grey and white she-cat; mother to Cloudkit: White tom with black markings)

Chestnutpatch (Red she-cat with brown details; mother to Mousekit: Brown tabby she-kit, and Volekit: Brown tom)

Windsong (Cream she-cat with green eyes; mother to Stoatkit: Cream, brown, and white tom)

Fringetuft (Brown dappled she-cat; mother to Spirekit: Brown tabby she-kit, and Leafkit: Dappled brown she-kit)

**Elders:**

Frondsong (Brown tabby she-cat with murky green eyes)

## Prologue

A warm brown she-cat gazed at the milky shaded sunset.

*I’m expecting kits…that I don’t know the father of…*

She curled her tail around her paws tightly, a hint of nervy in her eyes.

“Morning, Fringetuft.” A mew sounded.

The named she-cat warily flashed her vision around the area she was in.

“Where am I?” She murmured, slightly worried as she felt an odd feeling at her belly.

A calico she-cat stepped from the shadows, herbs dangling from their jaws.

“The medicine den. The ThunderClan medicine den. You’ve had your kits.”

She darted her gaze back and forth from Fringetuft’s belly, signaling to look.

As she slowly gazed down at her newly born kits, she sighed as she saw two brown kits, suckling at their mothers belly.

*So underwhelming for all the pain I had just gone through…*

A brown dappled she-kit squeaked lightly, pawing at her sister.

The tabby recoiled, mewling.

She glared coldly at the misbehaving kit, who had gone back to her mother's milk, which had been deemed more important than play fighting.

“What will you name them?” Tawnystep purred, perching herself next to the queen.

Fringetuft sighed. “I’m a bit unsure…maybe Leafkit for that tortoiseshell.”

Tawnystep nodded slightly, angling her gaze toward the tabby.

“What about her?” She mewed lightly, curling up next to the new mother.

“Hmph, would you let me think about it for one second?” She sighed, turning away from the calico she-cat.

The medicine-cat nodded, disappearing into the medicine storage.

She stared almost longingly at the unnamed kit. Her sister, Leafkit, was finally settling down beside her, dozing off.

*Should I do Maplekit? Barkkit?* She questioned inwardly.

She gazed down at the kit. For a long, hard time.

The kit was very fluffy; she had a pointy tuft of hair on her head.

Fringetuft’s eyes lit up like fire as she decided the name.

*Spirekit…*

## Chapter 1

The she-cat’s eyes narrowed as she pounced on a leaf.

“Spirekit!”

The mention of her name made her jolt.

*Of course, Leafkit!*

“Hi, Leafkit!” She purred, nuzzling her sister’s cheek with her own.

Leafkit sat down, her tail hitting the ground repeatedly.

“I kicked Stoatkit’s butt earlier, so hard, he ran to Windsong!”

Spirekit nervously glances at her paws, fidgeting with them.

*I love Leafkit to pieces, but I don’t want her getting in trouble-*

“Why?”

“Because he made fun of you!”

“Alright…”

Spirekit sighed. Leafkit will do what Leafkit wants.

The dappled she-kit bounced up and down, a smirk on her face.

Suddenly, a larger cream tom approached Leafkit like a shadow.

*Uh oh…*

“Hey, flea-brains.” Stoatkit snickered, flicking his tail.

Leafkit rolled her eyes.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you the flea-brain?” She whimpered in a sarcastic tone, suppressing a snort.

Spirekit flattened her ears, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.

Stoatkit began circling Leafkit menacingly, unsheathing his small, needle claws.

*Dear StarClan, I hope they don’t hurt each other!*

Stoatkit pounced on Leafkit, battering at her leg with powerful hind paws; powerful for a kit.

The she-cat squeaked in pain as a small trickle of blood ran down her leg.

Spirekit’s eyes lit with fear.

*Oh no!*

Leafkit scratched at Stoatkit’s nose. It left a small mark, but he just shook it off.

“Stop being flea-brained, Stoatkit! We’re just kits!”

The named tom snorted.

“I’m almost an apprentice. You two are barely cats!” He scoffed, turning to Spirekit.

*Oh no-oh no-leave me be-*

Leafkit’s eyes widened, and she dropped down to a crouch.

“For you, oh you. You’re a scrap!” He hissed, grazing his claws across her chest fur.

She squeaked with pain as a stinging fury ran throughout her body.