Silverfang's Tale

Written by the infamous Silverfang! I Knew You Were Trouble  00:07, December 20, 2012 (UTC)

Prologue
Three kits wriggled closer to their mother. Warmth was most they knew, and it was midsummer on top of it. They were born into the noble ThunderClan, and fresh faces stared at the beautiful new members of the Clan. The mother, Redfur, started licking the smallest kit. The father was deputy of ThunderClan, brave, handsome Pinewhisker.

A rustle sounded in the brush behind. No cat was startled, as they were used to other animals romping through the forest. But when the bramble wall cracked, that was when the cats started to scurry. Redfur, trying to shield her kits, was first to see the Twoleg. She hissed and unsheathed her claws to yield the Twoleg from coming any closer. The biggest kit squealed when a hand reached down to grab him. He was tossed into a plastic box, and soon after was locked up. The Twoleg motioned again for the next kit. It repeated what it had done before, and tossed the golden tabby into the same box. Finally he snatched the smallest kit, a sweet silver she-kit with the others.

Redfur lunged at the Twoleg, grasping his leg with her claws. Red, sticky blood flowed from the open wound, covering her face. The big thug fell over onto a bramble.