𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 | 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

-Prologue-

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There is no night without a dawning

No winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizon

Our hearts will once more sing...

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     A dark grey she cat with light flecks through her pelt swiftly walked into a sheltered den made of heather, twigs and stone. On a bed made of moss a white she cat with ginger splotches convulsed with pain , the dark grey she cat bent over her

     "The kits are coming" she declared darkly,

     " Well I hadn't NOTICED" Hissed the second she cat sarcastically through gritted teeth. It's good she hasn't lost her sass yet thought the grey she cat hopefully, but she flinched as the white and ginger she cat hit another contraction. The contractions were getting longer and there was less time between them, good, thought the dark grey she cat This means the kits will be born quickly, until then lets just hope its nice and clean. The grey she cat looked up as her patient turned around

     " DO SOMETHING FALLEN LARK!!!" shrieked the white and ginger she cat " IT HURTS!"

     The contractions were getting closer and closer together, they've got to come NOW! Fallen Lark realised They aren't waiting any longer.

     " On this next one I want you to push." Fallen Lark meowed. The labouring queen nodded her head feebly just before another contraction succumbed her."PUSH!!!" yowled Fallen Lark, and soon after she found herself looking at a small golden bundle of fur suckling at Swift Falcons stomach . The contractions had stopped but Fallen Lark still put her paw on the queens flank just to be sure that no more kits were coming but of course there wasn't the slightest quiver.

     " What are you going to name her?" Fallen Lark meowed gently, zapping Swift Falcon out of a trance brought on by the pain. The queen looked down at the small kit

     " There's only one?" She asked her mew filled with disdain.

     "Uh... Yes?" Fallen Lark's words came out more like a question then an answer, but she couldn't help but wonder why Swift Falcon was so disappointed with the new born kit, Its done nothing wrong! She found herself backing up the tiny kit against its mother.

     "Well I suppose she must have a name..." Swift Falcon meowed, not taking her reproachful eyes off they tiny kit " She'll be called Lion kit." and with that final statement she focused her gaze on another object around they room and Fallen Lark took that as a signal to leave.

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     Later that evening Fallen Lark sat herself down outside the tunnel of bracken and heather that lead into the dome shaped medicine cat den and ate a nice plump rabbit. As she sat there and watched her clan share tongues her thoughts drifted back to the young kit in the nursery 

     Poor kit, she thought, No father to support her, no littermates to confide in, No kin to share with, and now no mother willing to love her.

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