The day was going perfectly, exactly how River wanted. She, Echokit and Stonekit talked, explored, and played like they always did. They’d found a corner of the camp where no one could hear or see them, and they were all just small enough to squeeze in. It was there that the day suddenly took a sharp turn for the worst for River.
“You know this morning, while you guys were out in the snow, Mom let it slip that we’ll be having out apprentice ceremony this within the next few days.” Stonekit meowed, and Echokit’s eyes grew huge.
“What?!” she exclaimed, immediately filling with ex
Early morning sunlight seeped through the lichen, striping her pelt. River opened her eyes and stretched, pushing herself into a sitting position. She was still weak from her journey, her muscles aching in protest with every movement. River looked around, surprised to find the cave empty. Standing, she cautiously moved about the cozy space, exploring the corners, sniffing the herbs now tucked in a crevice. There was a pool of water lying near the herbs, fed by a small, dripping stream. River took a quick sip before making her way to the entrance. Despite Deeplake’s advice to stay in the cave, River could feel a persistent ache o
Lightstar nodded. “Where do you come from?”
River faltered for a moment. Under the watchful green gaze, it was difficult to say. More cats had gathered round, all staring intently at River. The kit felt her fur beginning to rise. They’re circling around. The exit is blocked. They may seem friendly but I can’t be sure…
Lightstar sensed her discomfort and turned to the small, grey she-cat who had taken part in discovering her.
“Silverpaw, will you please fetch this kit some fresh-kill, and moss soaked in water?”
Silverpaw dipped her head, “Yes, Lightstar.
The moon was a sliver in the sky, only dimly shining on a winter night. Darkness clung to the snow-covered forest below; deep shadows lying beneath the bare, black branches. Through thick swathes of snow a young cat struggled forward. Her head barely cleared the surface of the cold, white substance, and her brown, silver-striped coat was plastered to her sides, revealing a jutting ribcage. She had been running for many suns and moons now, relying on instinct and a darker resource...one that the kit tried hard to ignore.
She took another faltering step, her paws numb. I have to get help. She thought faintly. Her next paw
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