"How Fernclan started." Once there was a 3 moon old kit named Fern. She had a mother named Lilie, and a sister named White. They lived happily, in the forest. One day, Fern was playing with a butterfly. She jumped up with her paws out stretched to catch the graceful butterfly, but right before she could get her paws on it, it dashed up. Causing Fern's paws to clash together and her falling back down. "Awwww... come on!" She yelled up to the butterfly who was flying up into the treetops. "I'm going to get you one day!" Fern promised. She was so focused on the butterfly, she didn't notice the deep growl from behind her. She stretched and yawned. "I guess it's time to head back." She started padding back when she heard a deep growl. She quickly turned around and flattened her ears to see her mom, Lilie, behind her. "Got you!" Lilie grabbed Fern's scruff and picked her up. "Awww... mom! I got distracted by a butterfly so I left my hiding spot." Fern grumbled. Lilie put Fern down. Her lips curled in a smile. "White!" A white she-cat with grey flecks came running through the bushes. "You found her!" White laughed. "Let's go home, it's been quite a day." Lilie replied, looking up at the sunset. "Okay..." Fern stood up. Then tackled Lilie's leg. "Hee hee!" Fern squealed and play bit Lilie's leg. "Aw. you got me." Lilie grabbed Fern by the scruff and swung her onto her back. After a little bit of walking, they arrived back at the den. "That was fun!" Fern mewed as she rolled off Lilie's back. Lilie smiled and layed down, Fern jumped onto Lilie's belly. "Whoa now! Settle down!" Lilie chuckled. "Never." Fern laid down and cuddled right in between Lilie and White. "Good night! "Good night." Lilie responded. In the middle of the night, Lilie woke up to a rustling outside of the den. She carefully got up, trying to prevent Fern from waking up. Yet she still heard the little voice ask, "Mama, where are you going?" "Nowhere Fern, nowhere. Now go back to sleep." Lilie whispered back. "You know I can't without you." Fern whimpered. "I'll be back, just stay there." Lilie quickly pushed out of the den before she changed her mind. Fern whimpered. “Mommy, don’t go!” White cuddled around Fern just like Lilie did. “It’s okay, she’ll be back soon. Go back to sleep.” “Okay…” Fern slowed her breathing and was about to fall asleep when she heard a yowl outside. Fern and White immediately jumped up. Fern tried to dash out the brambles but White grabbed her scruff and pulled her back. “Stay, and what ever you do, DO NOT leave!!” White blocked the exit. Fern growled as White leaped out of the brambles. She paced around the den, planning an escape route. Then she heard another yowl, and she squeezed under the brambles. It was very hard, thorns kept tugging at her pelt, making her progress very slow. Then she reached a part with mud. It was like quicksand, every step sinking down into the earth. Then all of a sudden, she noticed her back legs had gone under! She tried as hard as she could, but she was just sinking deeper. Then the gravity of her situation hit her. She was sinking and stuck, her mom and sister were in danger! Then she yowled for all she was worth. She didn’t care if a fox or badger found her first, she’d rather get eaten than sunken in the earth. She was sinking deeper by the second, all of her legs were in the ground and her pelt was at the mud level. “HELP!!!” She was desperate. She couldn’t die like this, she had always dreamed of dying like a warrior! Then all of a sudden, she felt strong jaws grab her scruff and pull her out. She turned her head to see White. She had a sorrowful look in her eyes. She jumped over the brambles and back into the den. When she put Fern down, Fern immediately started apologizing and saying she never should’ve done that. "Wait... is mom okay?" Fern looked up at White. White looked away, that sorrowful look coming back."She's not, is she?" Fern whimpered. "Ummm... she just went to find dad, and got stuck in brambles. I helped her out." White stuttered. "Then why did you yowl?" Fern noticed fresh scratches on White's pelt. "Ummm.... I got scratched... while helping mom out." White looked at her scratches and winced. "When will mom be back?" Fern sat down. "I don't-I mean-SHE doesn't know."White layed down. "Come on, let's go to sleep." “I don’t wanna.” Yet she still flopped down in exhaust. “I know, but you will.” White closed her eyes. 5 moons later Fern is now 8 moons old. “White! I’m going on a walk!” Fern yelled into the den. “Ok! Don’t get lost!” White yelled back. Fern sped through the forest, she skidded to a halt when she reached the area where she played with that butterfly as a kit. Fern’s mind replayed those scary following moments. She shook her head and dashed through the clearing. Leaping over logs, and climbing trees, this was guaranteed her favorite part of the day. Then, she stopped for a rest. She heard a growl from behind her.
Oh my gosh, in only 1 story, it’s already too long for the description! I guess I have to make multiple projects. Anyway, back to the story… Fern turned around to see a fox slowly walking towards her. She bolted away, heading back towards her den. She was terrified!! The fox jumped and she quickly stopped and stepped backwards as the fox jumped over her. While it was reorienting itself, Fern dashed in front of it. The fox quickly got up and the chase was back on. Then she came to a dead end. She must’ve taken the wrong turn! She turned around and unsheathed her claws. She flatten her ears and bared her teeth. The fox was about to pounce when…. a badger jumped on the fox, causing them to roll away. Fern didn’t waste a second, she quickly bolted back to the den. She bolted into the den and flopped on her side, breathing heavily. “Gosh, what did you do?” White gave a startled look. “You won’t believe it.” Fern rolled over to look at White. 4 moons later. Fern padded out of the den. She jumped on a rock and breathed in the fresh scent of the forest, mingled with scents of prey. She stretched. Then, all of a sudden, she picked up a different scent. It was different. She ran into the forest to find the source. She skidded to a halt. Right in front of her was a dirty, matted, gray, old cat. “Who are you?” It rasped. Fern took a deep breath and stepped forward. “I’m Fern. Let me take you back to my den.” The cat slowly followed Fern back to the den.
