This is my first story. Note that it is heavily inspired by warrior cats!
Prologue
"I name them Crook and Feather." A she-cat whispered into her kits fur.
"Who is going to care for them?" A tom had walked into the clearing, startling the she-cat as she stood up to leave. "They'd be good Clan cats." He added as the she was quiet. His dark tabby fur shone under the almost full moon.
"O-okay..." The she-cat stammered, before padding silently into the forest. When she was gone the tom lifted one kit onto his back and the other he took in his mouth.
"Grassblade?" The tom whispered with a note of shock in his voice. A dark cream-colored she-cat was lying in a temporarely nest made of soft grass. She seemed shocked that the dark tabby was there.
The tom noticed two motionless bundels of fur was beside her belly, a little wet with tears.
"I'm so sorry." He dipped his head respectfully. "But maybe you could do me a favor and take care of these instead?" He laid Crook and Feather in the wet grass, gently pushing them towards Grassblade.
"Of course I will. From now on I'm going to claim these kits as mine." She declared while she laid her tail protectingly around the kits. She didn't hesitate because she knew that the dark tabby tom wouldn't take newborn kits without a very good reason
I will post one chapter at a time.
Hope you enjoy!
//Mallowclaw