User:Cloverstep

Cloverstep is a small, short smoky gray she-cat with green eyes, small, round ears, and a fluffy, lashing tail.&nbsp

History
Cloverstep was born to Mistyrose and Whitestar. She was born with two other kits, but they both died from greencough while she remained strong. Cloverstep is very quiet because she had no littermates to play with and mostly keeps to herself. She also has a secret: she's half Clan. Her mother, Mistyrose of WindClan, fell in love with ThunderClan's leader, Whitestar, many moons ago. Cloverstep isn't angry at her mother but it frightened that someone may find out and kick her out of WindClan, possibly to find a home with ThunderClan.

Facts About Cloverstep
Cloverstep loves chasing rabbits in the hills and has a strange liking for the few squirrels her hunting patrols find in the stretch of woodland by the ThunderClan border. Her best friend is Lilystream, a gray she-cat with brown tabby stripes. Lilystream used to be a kittypet, and she still hasn't completely lost her kittypet softness, but Cloverstep sympathizes and tries her best to teach Lilystream the remainder of the warrior code and the way of a warrior.

Cloverstep's favorite time of the day is sunhigh, when she and her Clanmates can share tongues and feast on plump rabbits. Cloverstep loves this life, and hopes to enjoy it as much as possible until it is her time to join StarClan.

Mistyrose's Story
"I'm going to have your kits," Mistyrose hissed.

"What?" Whitestar gasped. "That can't happen! Oh, StarClan."

"We went against StarClan's will," Mistyrose said sadly. "They will not guide my kits now."

"Never!" Whitestar growled. "They will be raised in WindClan. They will know their parents, and we will know them. THey will know that I've always loved them."

Mistyrose gasped. "Whitestar, we can't meet again after this," she told him gently. "It'll be too risky."

"I love you, Mistyrose," Whitestar mewed simply. "I can't give you up."

Mistyrose purred and rubbed against him, glancing at the sky. The moon was behind wisps of cloud, and stars twinkled amidst the blue sky. "WE can't," she insisted. "I mus go." Without turning, she trned and fled for her territory.

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"Their names will be Cloverkit, Sunkit, and Whitekit," Mistyrose purred. She thought of Whitestar, and how much he looked like little Whitekit, and how Cloverkit's fluffy gray fur resembled her own. She named Cloverkit by the roundness of her ears, Sunkit by the bright ginger pelt she'd got from Mistyrose's mother, Goldenpetal. Goldenpetal looked on proudly. "THey are beautiful, and they will serve their Clan well," she pured.

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Whitekit was coughing.

Three moons had passed since their birth, and Mistyrose adored her kits. "Whitekit, are you okay?" she mumured.

Whitekit coughed again. "I don't feel well," he spluttered. "My chest hurts," he said. "And I'm cold, so cold."

"Get Breezetail," hissed Wingflight, who was expecting Embertail's kits. "Now. He could have whitecough."

"You do it," Mistyrose shot back, gently licking Whitekit's feverish pelt. "You'll be fine, I promise." Cloverkit stirred. "What's happening?" she squeaked, turning over and resting her paws on Sunkit's back, who jerked awake. "Nothing," Mistyrose told her. "Go back to sleep."

Cloverkit rolled back over and snuggled up to Sunkit. THey were asleep before Whitekit coughed again.

"Is Whitekit okay?" Breezetail meowed, walking in. HIs eyes were still half-closed, but he held a wrap of herbs in his jaws.

"He's coughing and sneezing, and he has a fever," Mistyrose said quickly. "Can you help him?"

Breezetail looked at Whitekit for a while and licked him. "He has greencough," he meowed. "We need to get him out of the nursery before it spreads. I'll take him to my den. It's warmer there. But we need some catmint."

"Where would we find catmint?" Mistyrose wailed. "It's too hot to travel all the way to the farm or Twolegplace, and that's in enemy territory!"

"calm down," breezetail warned. "Let's worry about now." When he left, Mistyrose followed. He gave Whitekit some honey to lick and some feverfew, and borage leaves.

The next day, Sunkit got sick. By a couple of sunrises, Whitekit had died. There was no catmint, and his little body couldn't cope with the illness. Sunkit followed soon after.

"My kits, my kits," Mistyrose wailed. "How could StarClan punish me like this?" But she already knew the answer.

About Me
I lurve to write stories. and stuff.