#hootkit

“Oh,” the dark tom hummed, “that’s a hard question.” He appeared distracted as he spoke, gaze drawn beneath his paws. All you could see is the glittering grass which paved StarClan’s hunting grounds, but it seemed that the young warrior witnessed something more.

“There are a lot of things I love about being here,” he chirped ashe turned a smile upon you. “I get to watch as many birds as I want as much as I want, there are some I didn’t even see when I was alive! And the clan stuff isn’t so tense, I’ve been able to make new friends - like Stoatfur! He was MountainClan,” he spoke pleasantly.

“Apparently we were alive at the same time, but I don’t really remember him from then. I also have a huge family! My Mum said she listened to all of my prayers, and Orchid is so sweet, and- oh?” His head swiveled as he gazed over her shoulder. You could not see at what.

“I’ve got to go, that’s my tabby calling!” He hopped to his paws, turning away from the conversation, “visit again sometime!”

“There isn’t much I enjoy,” the tom answered with a frown, his shoulders squared, “being dead and all.” He appeared leaps and bounds better than he had upon his deathbed, but his mood had not improved in the same way.

“I feel strong again,” he continued, and something familiar - yet unsettling - glinted in his gaze. Sure enough, the bulk that had withered away as his ailment progressed was now stacked thick across his form.

“My brother has begun to make ammends. I never thought I’d see the day. Well,” he chuckled, the sound a little jaded, “I suppose I didn’t? I’ve also been able to be a brother to Hootkit, and I’ve been watching Mothkit like I promised. They play together.” The aged tom could not hide the smile which tugged at his dark lips.

Title: Deep Dive

Summary: In a world where ThunderClan absorbed ShadowClan seasons ago, young warrior Weaselface is tasked to rebuild the fourth Clan and take her place as leader. But how can she betray all she’s ever known and loved, all on the word of one ghost with a grudge?

Excerpt:

Ashpaw crept along Weaselstar's side, ears low and anxious. "Why don't they treat us like a real Clan?"

"To them, we're not."

"But why not? We've got a leader and a medicine cat. We have dens and elders."

Fogfur shrugged. "You know what Spiderstar is like."

"Not really?"

"Oh, right. I forget you were never in ThunderClan."

Hootpaw perked up, nudging Ashpaw eagerly. "That makes us, like, the first full-time ShadowClan cats!"

"Huh," said Ashpaw, the tiniest of smiles coming across his muzzle. "I... guess it does."

I've been lazy about my kitties recently, so here's some new stuff! Next time is gonna be all about friends who friend out together. Also Bumblepaw has a knife.

Hootwhisker, Hootpaw, Hootkit

some @outbackwarriors cats

hootkit belongs to @i-draw-fighting-cats

wildtuft belongs to @weetuft

pigeonkit belongs to @stagpaws

Hootpetal's papa!

He was killed before Sprouting Thorns, so is listed as being in Gorsedaisy's Nightmare!

He's more stripey than spotty, huh? His design just kept going to this, which I like, so I'mma come up with a reason for his name: his littermate, Spotskit, died of an upper respiratory infection before reaching three moons old.

The grief followed Drizzle for a long time, and Cuckoostar thought that by having 'spots' in Drizzle's name, he would have a part of Spotskit with him always, and therefore he could live for his brother, as well as for himself. He could be free of the sorrow holding him down, and in a way, Spotskit could get to live the life of a warrior that was taken from him.

It was an idea that worked, as Drizzlespots began to feel like everything he did, he did with purpose, and was finally able to focus on his life. He noticed that his close friend, Wavewillow, had been in love with him for a long time. He spent more time with her--more romantic time than friendship. He became her mate and had a litter of one with her, his little daughter Hootkit.

(Just to be clear, Spotskit wouldn't actually live through Drizzle and Cuckoo knew that, Cuckoo's plan was one more of symbolism).

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