in which a young apprentice learns
that her mentor will always be there
for her, even after death.
or
in which crestedpaw realizes her
mentor and mother figure will always
be with her.
-,, author behind this - ,, @...
prologue will be a somewhat regular formatted story chapter unlike the rest of the story
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
sun filtered in through the trees the scent of forest overwhelmed my small form, making me sneeze
i was alone
all alone.
but that was okay, i was used to it by now
the sounds of rustling undergrowth made me stiffen, but i forced myself still
"who's there-! oh- oh. . ."
a gentle, feminine voice faded to a whisper from it's previous loud outburst.
"rosebrindle, come check this out! i found a kit."
"what, really?" another voice sounded.
"yeah! she's.. she's so tiny.." more paw steps treaded
after the first, and an audible gasp was heard.
"you're right - poor thing." i ignored them both.
my small frame wracked with shivers, and this earned a small
whine from the second - molly, crestedkit decided.
"lets hurry and take her back to camp, she looks half starved!"
it was true, the tiny molly was so hungry. and thirsty.
so thirsty.
she creaked her eyes open, to see the still blurry world around her.
she couldn't have been more than only a few weeks old.
