______________>>Chapter One<<_______________ The smallest of the three cats that were kitted against the warrior code opened his eyes. He poked his sister. "Where are we?" he asked. "This don't look like a Clan nursery." "This is our new home!" the biggest one announced proudly. "We have been betrayed, abandoned... we must survive on our own, now. No orders to take, no-" "Stop!" cried the other kit. "How can you be so selfish? This isn't our home, so we have to find where we were meant to be." The tiniest kit sniffed the air. "I smell cats," he announced. "Over there." He flicked his tail up the gorge. He started climbing to the top. His claws scraped the rock, making a horrible scraping sound. The middle kit flinched. The tiny kit kept climbing. Then the ledge the others were standing on caved in. The other two kits let out shrill wails as they tumbled down, into the river in the gorge. "No!" shrieked the tiniest kit. "I can't lose you! Please!" But the kits were gone. The tiny kit knew they were dead, and he couldn't do anything about it. Filled with shock, sadness, and horror, he kept climbing and got to the top of the cliff. The kit decided, "I don't have a name. I should name myself something." He looked in the puddle of water at the top. "Such black spots. I'll name myself Spotkit." Spotkit wandered around the top until he found the forest. "This is my home," he declared. "Where I was born." He sniffed the air and tasted prey. "Mouse." He crouched down and tried to hunt it. He jumped into a tree and landed on the mouse's back. He killed it with a swipe of his claws and gulped it down. "That's a unique way of hunting nobody's thought of before," he said to himself proudly. He kept going, and eventually he found himself at a river. He leaned over the river and slashed out his claws, hooking up a fish. Suddenly an angry voice growled, "Hey! Food-stealer!" Spotkit looked up. Three big cats were towering over him. "Sorry," he murmured. "I didn't know this was your home." The youngest of the three cats said, "You know, we could use him. He looks like he could be a good fisher." The oldest narrowed his eyes. "No way. He's too weak." "All kits are young and small," argued the youngest. "I believe he'll make a great warrior when he grows up." The oldest sighed. "Okay," he grumbled. "I'll talk to our leader." Spotkit looked around nervously. What was happening to him? Previous: Next: [none yet :)]
