[TB] LEOPARDSTAR'S LIE -- Chapter 3 (Patreon)
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Leopardstar lay in the sunshine, her pelt warm and her body relaxed. The sound of buzzing cicadas surrounded her, and the lapping of the river was not too far from her ears. She felt content and she stretched, licking her lips. Her belly was full and her heart was light.
She opened one eye. Her kits were playing in the clearing of the RiverClan camp, their dappled pelts touched by sunlight. They were growing well, all three of them, and it was almost time for them to be made apprentices. Right now, they were practicing their pouncing on a piece of old, pale-colored wood.
It doesnât get much better than this, Leopardstar thought, sighing. She could see her Clanmates flitting to and fro in their daily duties, some stopping to smile or mew encouragement at her kittens as they played. Leopardstar blinked. There were so many cats here now! Her Clan was growing strong, so strong, and her kitsâŠ
âOur kits will be the pride of LionClan.â
Leopardstar froze. She lifted her head, feeling Darkstripeâs pelt against hers before she saw him lying next to her. Something cold crawled down Leopardstarâs spine, and it curdled in her stomach like sour river water.
LionClan?
Darkstripe tilted his head at her, his pale-yellow eyes bright and curious. âDonât you think so, Leopardstar?â
Leopardstar blinked, turning back to look at her kits. She swallowed around a lump in her throat when she realized that they werenât batting around an old wooden stick, but the bone of a long-dead cat.
Nausea crept in as the world around her shifted and changed. She dug her claws into the earth as the sun hid behind a cloud, casting the entire land in a coat of dimness. The cats whom she had assumed to be her Clanmates turned to face her, their eyes unfamiliar. There wasnât a single RiverClan cat among them. The smell of crow-food tinged the air, mingling with the horrible stench of LionClan as a dark, misty forest of trees rose up around the camp, blotting out the sky with their dead, spindly branches.
âMa?â One of her kits looked up from the bone they had been playing with, their pale-yellow eyes round. The other two followed suit, one with their claws sunk deep into their macabre toy. Their eyes were yellow, too, glowing in the darkness. âWhatâs wrong?â
Leopardstar tried to find words, but they were stuck in her throat. This is wrong! She thought. So, so wrong!
Suddenly, Darkstripe was standing behind the kittens, his short, thick tail sweeping around them. Next to him, all three kits looked like little copies of the dark-pelted cat. Leopardstar felt herself begin to tremble as Darkstripe locked eyes with her.
âYes, Leopardstar,â he wondered, his paws now soaked with blood. âWhatever is the matter? Isnât this what you wanted?â
The bone that the kits had been playing with warped and twisted, multiplying and turning into a pile of bodies, fur and flesh still attached. Leopardstarâs stomach lurched as she recognized each shape â Mudfur, Mosspelt, Blackclaw, Leafwhisker, Dawnflower⊠theyâre all RiverClan cats!
At the very top, layered over one another, lay Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt.
The corpses shifted. Darkstripe padded up to the top of the pile, planting his bloodied paws on Brambleclaw and Tawnypeltâs bodies as if they were debris in his way, his tail-tip flicking to and fro. Their three kits clambered their way up to stand beside him, and all four looked down at her with those pale, round yellow eyes.
âIsnât this what you wanted?â
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Leopardstar awoke, trembling, in her den. Her heart was thudding in her ears, louder than ever, and she dug her claws into the scattered moss of her nest to ground herself. The world was spinning around her and she shook until it stopped.
Slowly, Leopardstar felt herself unclench. She assured herself of where she really was â RiverClan, the present, there is no LionClan anymore, Bluestar and Darkstripe are dead, and your kits wonât be born for a quarter-moonâŠ
As her trembling eased, hunger took the place of her fear and anxiety. Leopardstar was always stunned by how powerfully hungry she was now that her kits were growing so rapidly â Mudfur had joked that a queenâs appetite was worse than a foxâs, and Leopardstar had to agree.
She was so heavy now, too â getting up out of her nest took so much effort. Leopardstar sighed, stretching and looking at the state of her den as she rapidly smooth out her fur with her tongue. Iâll have to ask Tawnypelt for some cat to clean up in here, again⊠Her nest was scattered all over the place. At least it doesnât smell like Bluestar anymore.
Leopardstar squeezed herself out of her den, emerging to a camp covered in a light layer of snow. Leaf-bare had truly set in, the chill in the air seeping in through Leopardstarâs thick, spotted coat. RiverClan dens were thankfully quite good at keeping out the cold and Leopardstar wouldâve succumbed to the urge to turn right around and go back to sleep, were she not so hungry or had she no business to conduct today.
She took a moment to enjoy just how well RiverClan was recovering from the mess that was LionClan â the camp was back in order, and the smell of strange ShadowClan cats was gone. No cat even seemed keen to talk about LionClan anymore, either, which was just fine with Leopardstar. Let the elders tell that story, she thought. Her stomach twisted. All of it.
It helped even more that this leaf-bare had been warmer than most â the river was mostly frozen, but the land-prey wasnât kept in their dens by layers of thick, white snow. Every Clan cat feared starvation in these cold moons, and getting through them was hard enough without having kittens on top of it. Leopardstar was grateful that StarClan seemed to be giving the forest cats a break, after their battle with BloodClan.
Tawnypelt was beside the Clan Root, sorting out patrols. The fluffiness of her fur was the only indication that the chill in the air bothered her. The border patrols looked sorted, and were heading out â all that remained were the hunting patrols, and it looked like Tawnypelt had already paired up Blackclaw and Heronleap.
âThrushflight, I want you to go with Dawnflower,â the Clan deputy was meowing. Leopardstar settled herself awkwardly on her haunches to listen. âWe need to keep the fresh-kill pile stocked, and--â
âIâm going with Blackclaw,â snorted Thrushflight. The mottled warrior lifted her chin. âI can hunt just as well with him.â
Tawnypelt flicked an ear. Leopardstar didnât miss the hurt that flashed in her friendâs green eyes. âI⊠very well. Heronleap, you can go with Dawnflower instead.â
Leopardstar felt a pang of sympathy for Tawnypelt as the hunting patrols shifted around. Dawnflower glanced uncomfortably at Heronleap as the two headed out. Thrushflight stubbornly pressed her pelt against Blackclawâs, avoiding Tawnypeltâs eye as they pushed through the reed tunnel.
âYou donât have to let her get her way, you know,â Leopardstar pointed out. âSheâs a full-grown warrior, thereâs no need for her to act so petulant. Itâs been a moon, after all.â
Tawnypelt curled her tail around her paws. âI know, I just⊠I canât help it,â she admitted. âShe thinks Blackclaw and I shouldnât have split up, and without WrenwhiskerâŠâ Tawnypelt set her jaw, raising her chin. âI know it was a bad time to end it, but I couldnât let it go on for another moment - not after seeing his true face.â
Leopardstar touched her muzzle to Tawnypeltâs ear. âYou did the right thing,â she assured. âThrushflight will see it, eventually.â
âI hope so,â Tawnypelt agreed. The tortoiseshell she-cat cleared her throat and turned to Leopardstar, her eyes looking brighter. âGood morning, by the way; howâre you feeling? Another bad dream?â
Leopardstar swallowed. âIs it that obvious?â
Tawnypelt reached out with a paw, patting Leopardstarâs haunches. âYou missed a spot,â she purred.
Frustrated, Leopardstar twisted around and found that, yes, she had indeed missed a patch of fur in her hasty attempt to cover up her nightmare. She growled under her breath, twisting to try and reach the offending tuft and finding that her bulging belly just wouldnât let her. It felt like her kits were struggling in protest.
Tawnypeltâs whiskers twitched, and she bent to help, smoothing down Leopardstarâs fur with her own tongue. Leopardstar sighed, her pelt prickling with shame.
âIâm just too big!â she complained.
âWell, you wonât be for long,â Tawnypelt mewed, lifting her muzzle. âShould I ask Mudfur to leave you some thyme for tomorrow? Queenâs dreams can be very frightening.â
Leopardstar shook her head. âIâll be fine,â she insisted. âTheyâre just dreams.â
Tawnypelt shrugged. âAlright.â
Leopardstar swallowed. Even as she had tried to be so confident, she wasnât sure. She stared at Tawnypelt, recalling the image of her broken body atop the pile of RiverClan corpses. Leopardstarâs limbs started trembling again. She told me that queenâs dreams were normal, but Iâm a Clan leader⊠what if theyâre different for me? What if my nightmares are some sort of sign from StarClan?
âWhatâs wrong?â Tawnypeltâs earnest voice broke Leopardstarâs concentration, and she realized that she had been staring at her deputy for likely far too long.
Drawing her tail close, Leopardstar looked away, her pelt prickling uncomfortably. âMy dream⊠was about Darkstripe,â she admitted, lowering her voice so that none of the cats lingering in camp could hear her. She thought of her kits, standing by their fatherâs side on that disgusting pile of Leopardstarâs mistakes. âIâm worried he might somehow reach themâŠâ
Tawnypelt lowered her muzzle, frowning. âDarkstripe is dead, Leopardstar,â she insisted. âWherever he is, he wonât be able to reach them. The kits will only know you, and your love, and the Clanâs love⊠and thatâs all theyâll need. So many kits grow up not knowing both their parents, and thatâs okay â theyâll have amazing support in RiverClan.â
Leopardstar blinked gratefully at Tawnypelt, knowing that her deputy was talking about her own experiences growing up without a father. She touched her nose to Tawnypeltâs. âThank you,â she purred.
âNo problem,â Tawnypelt agreed. âNo cat seems to know who the father is,â she added, her voice hushed, âand no cat cares. Youâre our leader, Leopardstar â do you really think this Clan wonât spoil your kits? I know I certainly will.â
Leopardstar purred, feeling warmly that her Clan supported her so. They moved over to the fresh-kill pile, where they both selected their breakfast. Cold did well to preserve the fish and prey caught by the Clan, but Leopardstar found herself wishing more than ever that she were eating something warm and fresh. Perhaps that was the kitsâ wishes, too.
Still, the meal satisfied. Tawnypelt moved off to help Mosspelt pack mud into the nursery walls, and Leopardstar found herself padding through camp and heading for the medicine catâs den. Though Tawnypelt had been reassuring, the worry about whether or not her dream held meaning was still nibbling at Leopardstarâs mind like a minnow on her tail, and she knew she wouldnât be able to just ignore it.
Leopardstar was grateful that she didnât have to squeeze into Mudfurâs den â the gap in the reeds was just big enough to accommodate her large belly, the grasses crackling with frost as she passed. Her father was busy in the hollow log where he kept his herbs safe from exposure, only coming out when Leopardstar called his name. She twitched her whiskers at the way the various leaves and petals were caught in her fatherâs fur.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, shaking some old cobweb off of his whiskers. He gestured to a nest, empty thanks to the past moon of peace in the forest. âDo you feel okay?â
Leopardstar nodded as she settled in, laying on her side so that Mudfur could see her properly. She was growing used to these visits and to the paws that prodded experimentally at her belly. Mudfur was making calm, satisfied noises, and that was reassuring, at least.
âEverything feels fine,â Mudfur reported. He patted her belly with a paw, and meowed, âIt feels like youâll be having two kittens.â
âTwo?â Leopardstar lifted her head. She thought of her dream, and the three kittens that had been playing with the catâs bone. âAre you sure?â
Mudfurâs whiskers twitched, and he drew his paw back. âOf course, but I suppose I canât always be right,â he meowed. âIf you have more than two, though, Iâd be surprised.â
Leopardstar frowned. âIf youâre sure.â If Mudfur said she was having two kittens, then perhaps her dream wasnât prophetic after all. She reached over and licked her belly fur self-consciously.
âSomething on your mind?â Mudfur wondered.
Leopardstar looked up at her father. âI had a queenâs dream last night,â she admitted. âI was worried it might be prophetic, somehow.â
Mudfur frowned, and turned back to the hollow log. âTell me about it,â he meowed as he stretched his paws inside.
Leopardstar swallowed and described her dream to him as best as she could while Mudfur shuffled in his herb store. Heâd pulled out a pawful of borage as Leopardstar finished her tale, the leaves caught in his claws to keep them from being lost in the chill breeze. Leopardstar leaned back in her nest, wondering what he thought; not as her father, but as her medicine cat and advisor.
His long, thoughtful pause made Leopardstarâs stomach clench. Was there something in her dream that had caught his attention? Was it bad?
âYou said that a forest rose up around camp?â Mudfur probed. He pushed the borage leaves forward, an unspoken order to eat it. âDescribe it.â
Before she chewed the leaves, Leopardstar did the best she could: âThe trees were dead and dark, and their branches blotted out the sky. That was really all.â Why was he focusing on the trees and not, say, the pile of dead RiverClan cats, or her kitsâ involvement? Or Darkstripe, even? Leopardstar felt there ought to be more of a sign in those elements, not the background.
Leopardstar swallowed down the leaves to distract herself. They were bitter, but she figured these might be older leaves from their duller flavor. It was hard to get fresh borage in leaf-bare, and Mudfur had sent many a patrol out in search for it before the snows came.
Mudfur, though, shook out his pelt. âWell, I donât think thereâs anything there, honestly,â he decided. âJust a queenâs dream â they can be rather extreme, and they donât always make sense.â
âAre you sure?â
âOf course!â Mudfur huffed. âIâd tell you otherwise, dear heart.â
Leopardstar sighed, relief coursing through her and chasing away the bitterness of the herbs. âThank you,â she purred. âThe last thing I need is something like a prophecy from StarClan, on top of everything else.â
âThatâs the last thing anyone needs right now,â Mudfur chuckled. âNow, on to other business⊠I think Mistlekit is more than ready to become an apprentice.â
Leopardstar lifted her head. âI suppose she is,â she agreed. âMosspelt complained to me yesterday that she was too large for the nursery. Has it been six moons?â
Mudfur nodded. âDo you have a mentor in mind?â he inquired.
Leopardstar nodded. âI do - Heronleap,â she answered with certainty. So few kits in camp meant that it was an easy decision to make. Will it be as easy for me to choose mentors for my own kits? âWe can do it when he comes back from patrol.â
âA good choice,â Mudfur decided. âShall I let Mosspelt know?â
âNo, I can,â Leopardstar decided. She heaved herself to her paws, feeling her weight shift. âA walk around camp would do me good, I think â Iâd best enjoy it while I can.â
Mudfur nodded in agreement. âNow, I want you to come here for borage every day, until youâre due. Youâre doing fine, Leopardstar, but the daily borage doses do wonders down the line.â
âI will,â Leopardstar promised. She touched her nose to Mudfurâs, breathing in his herb-spattered scent. She wondered, for a moment, if he worried he might lose her to kitting like heâd lost his mate Brightsky. Heâll do his best to make sure that doesnât happen, I know.
Everything is going to be okay.
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âPush, Leopardstar!â
Leopardstar gasped, another wave of sharp, powerful pain coming over her. She clamped her jaws down on the thick, tooth-marked stick that Tawnypelt had given her, clenching her claws into her mossy nest.
She felt something shift, and then a sharp pop of pain. Mudfur gasped, âThatâs one!â
That was just one?! Leopardstar wailed inwardly. She took deep, shallow breaths, only managing a few before another wave of pain crashed over her. Leopardstar groaned, feeling the stick in her jaws tremble. She wanted to complain about the pain and about how hot it was in here, but with that stick in her mouth she couldnât.
âYouâre doing great,â Tawnypelt assured. She lapped between Leopardstarâs ears, her eyes shining.
Leopardstar feared she might break the stick with the next pulse of pain â she didnât need Mudfurâs encouragement to push. One more heaving feeling, and suddenly it was all done. Leopardstar released the stick and lay back in her nest, panting, her limbs tingling with effort.
âIs that all of them?â Mosspelt wondered.
Leopardstar barely felt Mudfurâs paw against her side. âYes,â he judged. âJust two.â
âYou did it!â purred Tawnypelt. âLook at them!â
Leopardstar felt something warm and wet touch her belly. She lifted her head and all her tiredness disappeared â at her side, nursing, were two small bundles of wet fur. She instinctively nudged them closer with her hind paw, a wave of protectiveness flowing over her.
âTheyâre lovely,â Mosspelt agreed, cleaning her muzzle with one paw. The tortoiseshell queen had always been more comfortable in the nursery, and had decided to remain there even after Mistlepaw had been apprenticed.
Mudfur gave each a sniff. âThey look healthy, too.â
Leopardstar sighed. Tiredness pulled at her muscles but she just couldnât stop looking at them. My babies! The tom had a darker gray pelt while the she-kit had more golden-colored fur. Already she could see their blotchy, spotty tabby markings.
âIâll go tell the Clan,â Mosspelt offered. âDo you have names?â
Leopardstar stared more intently at her kits. There was something in the way both their pelts were mottled that reminded her of wings⊠âFalconkit for the tom,â she decided, âand Mothkit for the she-kit.â
Mosspelt squeezed out of the nursery to deliver the news. Mudfur, meanwhile, bent over the kits and touched each one with his nose. âStarClan, we ask that you welcome these two kits to RiverClan,â he meowed, his voice quiet. âWatch over Mothkit and Falconkit as they grow, and guide their paws onto the paths of their destiny. May the currents of their lives flow smooth and strong.â
âMay the currents of their lives flow smooth and strong,â Tawnypelt repeated.
Leopardstar was too tired to repeat the phrase, so she nodded along instead. She leaned over and lapped at some wetness near Mothkitâs ear. Welcome to RiverClan, my beautiful daughter. She moved her muzzle to Falconkit. My strongâŠ
⊠son.
She froze. Falconkit had shifted, and in the darkness Leopardstar could swear she was looking at a very, very small Darkstripe. A cold feeling prickled in her pelt, and she felt her stomach lurch. As if sensing the shift in her mood, the kits broke off from nursing and opened their tiny, toothless mouths to wail.
âI-Itâs okay,â Leopardstar assured, forcing the feeling away. She pulled her kittens in closer, nudging them with nose and tail to get back to feeding. âYouâre okay, little ones!â
The kittens settled quickly, both kneading at her belly with their paws. Leopardstar breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Mudfur and Tawnypelt. Had they known what she was thinking?
The look in their eyes said they did.
âItâll be alright,â Tawnypelt assured.
âFalconkit⊠he looks like himâŠâ Leopardstar breathed. Though she knew her kits would be deaf for two days yet, she couldnât help but keep her voice low. âWhat if some cat noticesâŠ?â
Mudfur frowned. âAll they can do is speculate,â he reminded her. âThereâs nowhere in the warrior code that states you need to tell the whole forest who fathered these kits⊠and, my dear daughter, they are wonderful kits. Brightsky would be so proud â I know I am!â
Leopardstar blinked up at her father, seeing the emotion in his eyes. She offered him a smile, letting his assurances wash over her. She was too tired to fight it any longer â she laid her head back on her nest and sighed.
âSleep well,â Tawnypelt murmured, licking her ear. âWeâll look after the Clan.â
âI know you will,â Leopardstar mumbled, feeling sleep already overtaking her.
âMosspelt will be back soon,â Mudfur meowed, his voice fading into the darkness. He was turning to Tawnypelt to go on, âWe shouldâŠâ as Leopardstar sank deep into sleep; and for the first time in the past two-and-a-half moons her dreams were undisturbed by nightmares of the father of her kits.