The adventures of Mosstalon - Tanglekit by QuailyCat (best affordable ebook reader .TXT) 📕

I wondered.
"I bet that it's Bumblestripe! You two have become so close!" Whitewing said.
"Well, to be honest, I don't know." I told them.
"You don't know, or you don't want to tell us because you've been meeting in secret with some strong, tough, rogue?" Whitewing asked cheekily.
"Bramblenose?" Sorreltail questioned, sounding shocked.
"No! I really don't know! I hate Bramblenose now, and you know that!" I said to her, gritting my teeth. I thought about the rogue who I had fallen in love with, but he then murdered Thornclaw, who had been his mentor before Bramblenose had run away.
"What? Mosstalon doesn't know the father of her kits? Are you sure? They must be someone

other than Mosstalon that is the parent of her kit!" Mousewhisker hissed, "Are you disloyal to your clan? Obviously you are, because you won't tell us your kit's father!"
"Since when did we say you could listen to our conversation?" Brightheart asked him, but Mousewhisker had already gone.
Oh, no! Now there's going to be a rumor going around the clan that I'm lying to them!

The next few days were hard, because many cats believed that I was disloyal to Thunderclan, including Rainpaw and Mudpaw.
When we had to go to a gathering, I was about to join the cats that were just leaving for the gathering, when Birchfall told me:
"I'm afraid you can't come to the gathering, Mosstalon. You're a queen now, and queens don't come to gatherings."
"As well as that, we don't want a traitor at our gatherings." Spiderleg sneered.
"Hey!"
"Spiderleg, I will not allow a cat in my clan to be called a traitor by her clanmates. Mosstalon, even though you're a queen, you can come to the gathering." Firestar told me.
"Thankyou, Firestar."


Once we had reached the gathering island and everyone had crossed the dead tree bridge, we entered the clearing where the other clans were waiting. Firestar jumped up onto one of the lower branches of the tree where the clan leaders were sitting and started:
"Thunderclan have very good news to share. Two of our cats have been made into warriors. Mosstalon and Bumblestripe."
I felt many gazes burning my pelt, and forced myself not to look away.
"Better still, Mosstalon is going to have a kit." Firestar added.
"What? But she's so young!"
"That can't be possible!"
"Surely a warrior as young as that wouldn't already have a mate?"
Murmurs rose up from the crowd. Then, Heathertail from Windclan called:
"Who's the father?"
"We are not sure." Firestar answered, and then more cats started to stare at me. Some had confusion clouding their eyes, others scowling at me.
"Surely Mosstalon knows!" Smokefoot of Shadowclan called.
"Yeah! Who's the father?" The Riverclan apprentice, Troutpaw, demanded.
"Wait!" Bumblestripe silenced the cats. "I am the father of Mosstalon's kits."
"What? How do you know? Mosstalon said she

didn't know, and you're not the one going to have a kit, so how do you know?" Sorreltail asked him.
"Um, well, Mosstalon wanted to keep it a secret that she was having a kit, but she told me because I was the only possible father, but didn't tell anyone else so that it would be a lovely surprise for our clan. Then, um, er..."
"But eventually I couldn't bear the weight, so I had to point it out to Jayfeather. But I still kept it a secret who the father was." I finished, giving Bumblestripe a grateful glance.
"Oh. Well, Shadowclan has some grave news to share. One of our elders, Cedarheart, has died of greencough." Blackstar reported, but quickly added:
"However, Shadowclan has now recovered and are as healthy as ever."
"Wonderful news in Riverclan." Leopardstar continued. "Petalpaw is now a full medicine cat, however, she is no longer Petalpaw, but Petalfur.
"Well done, Petalfur." I purred, remembering the friendship I once had with her.
"Windclan has a new warrior too. Congratultions, Boulderpelt." Onestar finished.
As cats were getting ready to leave, Mousewhisker padded up to me.
"I'm sorry, Mosstalon. I really thought that you were lying that you weren't disloyal to Thunderclan. But now I know better."
"It's okay." I told him, then bounded up to Bumblestripe.
"Thankyou, Bumblestripe." I thanked him.
"You're welcome. But you know that I can only tell the truth." He told me.
Oh, no! Bumblstripe relly thinks that he's the father of my kit! Well, he might be. No! He can't be! I know that I don't really love him.

One night, when the moon shone high in the air, I woke up in terrible pain. I tried to get up to eat some of the fresh kill left over from the day before, but couldn't.
"Um, Cinderheart?" I called to Cinderheart, who was outside the nursury to let Jayfeather know if my kit was coming. He said it would be any day now.
"What is it?" Cinderheart asked.
"I feel really painful."
"Do you have a sore belly?"
"Uh, yes, actually."
"Jayfeather! Mosstalon's kit is coming!" Cinderheart called for Jayfeather.
"Okay. I'm coming." Jayfeather's voice was surprisingly calm.
He padded into the den, his blind blue gaze fixed on me as if he could really see me.
"Okay. I need you to stay calm. Just push, and it will be over before you know it."
"Alright." I agreed, and found my breathing quickening.
I felt something travel through my body, and then remembered what Jayfeather had told me. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed. I felt something pop out of my body.
My kit!

I thought.
"Are there any more coming?" I asked Jayfeather.
"No. This is your kit. They're very handsome." Jayfeather commented, and held out a furry ball to me.
I saw that the kit looked as Jayfeather had said. He had gold and grey fur, with dark stripes down his face that then turned to spots.
"Cinderheart, go get Bumblestripe. I think that he will want to see his new son." Jayfeather ordered Cinderheart.
"Okay." Cinderheart padded out of the den.
"So he's a boy?" I asked.
"Yes." Jayfeather told me, and I looked down at my kit again, who was busy suckling milk.
I then noticed that the kit reminded me of someone.
The tabby peltand fur colour looked just like-
"Bramblenose!" I muttered.
"Did you say something?" Jayfeather asked.
"Um, no." I told him quickly.
I can't believe it! Bramblenose is his father! Now I definitly have to pretend that Bumblestripe is my kits father.

"So this is our kit?" I realised that Bumblestripe had entered the nursery.
"Um, yes."
"What shall we call him?"
"How about..." I noticed that the kit's fur was very tangled. "Tanglekit!"
"Tanglekit? Oh, yes. I see what you mean. Tanglekit it is!" Bumblestripe told me. He ran out of the nursery and retured with a plump rabbit in his jaws.
"I've been saving this for you." He told me gently, and put the rabbit down at my paws.
"Thankyou." I said, and began to gulp down mouthfulls of the rabbit.

Once Tanglekit had finished suckling, the sun was beggining to rise. I picked him up by the scruff and carried him out of the nursery.
"So this

is your kit! Isn't he just perfect!" Brightheart bounded up to me.
"What's his name?" Birchfall asked me.
"Tanglekit." I told him.
"Tanglekit is his name?" Firestar asked, bounding down from highledge.
"Yes." I replied, and licked Tanglekit affectionatly.
"And moss will get tangled..." I heard Firestar murmuring.
What was that about? It sounded like a prophecy...

I thought, then remembered that there was a prophecy about me. A kit will be born, by the name of Moss, but worth much more than moss, and whose destiny will be greater than any other cat's...

Publication Date: 03-16-2012

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Dedication:
This book is dedicated to the real Tanglekit.