Act 2: Chapter 12: The Missing Sense

Act 2:  Chapter 12:  The Missing Sense

     Rosekit and Frostkit awoke next to the warmth of their mother.  Slowly Frostkit rose to his paws.  He looked around.  "Food!"  He mewed to Rosekit.  "Food is coming!"  Rosekit stared at him.  "How do you know?"  she asked.  "I can smell it," Frostkit replied.  Duh, he thought.  Rosekit frowned.  "I can't smell anything,"
  "Can't you smell the morning dew or the grass or the scents of cats?" he asked.  Rosekit snorted.  "Maybe that's what Bluestar meant by your other senses strengthening.  I can't smell anything,"  she said.  That prey isn't far off.  Why can't Rosekit smell it?  A she-cat came in with a squirrel.  She had black fur with a hint of brown.  "What beautiful kits," she said to Frostkit's mother.  Mother purred.  "Why, thank you, Darkfeather,"  she said.  Frostkit stared up at the cats.  Of course he couldn't hear them though.  Frostkit sighed.  He saw Darkfeather talking talking to Rosekit.  Life just wasn't fair.  Just a few minutes later a fiery colored cat walked in.  Frostkit recognised him as Flamestar.
     Rosekit looked up at her leader.  "So these are the kits?"  Flamestar asked.  "They're beautiful,"  he said. Snowfur didn't say anything.  "Frostkit is deaf," father said.  Flamestar's eyes went wide.  "I have a surprise for you," Flamestar said.  "What is it?" Rosekit asked.  "Can't you smell it?"  Flamestar asked.  That was when it hit Frostkit.  "All your other senses have become better, and you have a sixth sense to replace hearing.  Just as good, in fact.  Same with you, Rosekit.  You lack a sense, but you've been given one," Bluestar said.  "But what is our sixth sense?"  Frostkit asked.  "And what do I lack?"  Rosekit added quickly.  Frostkit couldn't hear.  Rosekit couldn't smell.  "You can't smell," Frostkit said.  "Huh?"  Rosekit said.  "Of course I can!"  Frostkit snorted.  "You can't smell the dew or the grass or anything!  That's the sense you lack!"  Rosekit looked hurt.  Frostkit wished he hadn't been so rough.  "Mama,"  Rosekit said,  "Yes dear?"  Mother looked down at Rosekit.  "I can't smell,"  Rosekit finished.  All the color drained from Snowfur's face.  "That's mouse dung!"  She hissed.  "Of course you can smell!"  Rosekit began to cry.  "I can't smell the dew or the grass or anything!"  She cried.  The room fell silent.  "Two flawed kits!"  Snowfur hissed.  "Not one, but two!  What have I done to deserve it!?"  Snowfur cried.  "TWO!"  Snowfur bueried her face in her paws.  "Oh Mama!" Rosekit squealed.  "Don't be sad!"  Snowfur looked up.  "You'll never be  warriors!"  Snowfur hissed.  Rosekit and Frostkit jumped back.  "What?"  Rosekit asked.  "We'll be warriors, Mama!"  Frostkit added in.  "You'll see!"  Snowfur glared at them.  "No, you won't!  You need to hear enemies coming and to smell cats' scents and to smell mice!  What do you mean you'll be warriors!?"  Snowfur's attitude startled everyone.  "Mama-"  Rosekit began.  "I don't want to hear it!  As soon as you're six moons, I want nothing to do with you!" Snowfur snarled.  "Snowfur-" Sharpfang began.  "Or with you!"  Snowfur snarled at Sharpfang.  "This is your fault too!  You brought flawed kits into this world!  What is wrong with you!?"  Sharpfang stared at her.  "Fine then," he growled.  "Be that way."  Sharpfang got up and left the room.  With a final glance at Snowfur, Flamestar called after Sharpfang and ran to catch up with him. Snowfur began to cry.  "What's wrong with me?"  she whispered.  Snowfur turned around and faced away from the kits.  Rosekit's tail drooped.  "Oh no," she squealed.  She bueried her head into Frostkit's fur.  "This is all my fault,"  she said sadly.