Falling—————... “Please!” The tears against Dawn’Break’s pelt stung, and her vision blurred. She took a few tentative steps back, gazing longingly at her defenseless kit being carried away by the scruff of its neck. Moss’heart, the head elder just gave Dawn’Break a stony glare. One was never supposed to tussle with the elder officials of the Fox tribe. “We need to investigate this.. strange condition. It may be a curse. The herbal doctors may bring your kit back,” He paused to lick a dried crust of mouse blood from his lips, and smiled almost wickedly. “Though I don’t guarantee it.” . . . . . They deemed it a curse, a curse sent from the moon above to this kit, for the future sins that they would do. They needed to “contain” the kit. Swallow’song padded to Dawn’Break, and looked to the side with a watery eye. His lazy eye looked to the side, but he smiled. His creaky meow whispered, “They say he’s called Moss’heart because he hasn’t used his heart in so long,” Dawn’Break didn’t want anyone’s pity, or encouragement. Her face was. Now wet with tears. The salt had evaporated in the late summer sky and left her fur sticky and salty. She knew what the crazed “herbal doctors” did to their patients. She knew that shew old never see her it happy again. She was on the brink of madness, she knew. She could hear the cries of her kit from the den. The day passed. The cats dispersed from the scene of the kit withdrawal, but Dawn’Break stayed. She curled up into a ball, waiting. She did not cry, for she was too tired. She fell asleep, and under the cover of the night, the elders took the kit to a neighbor tribe, the Hare Tribe, hoping for a brutal murder. The Hare tribe accepted the kit, hesitantly, into their tribe. Chapter One Petal quietly padded into the medicine den, the fragrance of the herbs making her nose wrinkle. Lost’Eyes turned her head towards Petal, and cocked her head inquisitively. “Get the poppy seeds. I need this kit to stop yowling.” An unnamed kit had stumbled into camp the night before with serious injuries, and Lost’Eyes had been up all night figuring out where the wounds came from and how to treat them. The kit looked like a bundle of cobwebs and poultice and was completely immobilized by them. Petals somehow felt like she could relate to the kit, but she wasn’t sure of herself. She was a forgetful apprentice and was clumsy. Having flowers bloom spontaneously around her didn’t help. LostEyes was constantly swooping around her, picking up any herbal plants that happened to bloom around her. It was only mildly annoying now, for it had been happening her whole life. Petals peeked into
