Puddle Wings padded along the clearing. King Ripple had been king for as long as anybody could remember, and she liked it that way. But King Ripple had a son, who, as a kitten, was very ambitious. He always had to be the best at everything. Puddle Wings was worried. He was the only cat anchoring him to a loyal life, and worried even more that when he died the little kitten would overtake his father and drag the tribe into a state of war. Puddle Wings died a moon later. At his ritual, amber eyes glowed with ambition and vengeance.
Inspired by warrior cats, all story and characters by me.
