Cold air whipped past the small she-cat. She mewled for help, from anyone. But no one came. Her legs ached from walking, she had passed a marker of sorts a while ago. Her pelt was lashed from the thorns in bushes. Hunger threatened to take over her. Tiredness was already setting in deep in her.
She pulled herself over to a bush, and struggled to get under it. Her paws covered her head, and she shivered. Her eyes drooped shut, and the hunger and sleep took over.
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Warriors: Prophecy of the Stars
RandomBook 1- Willowkit of Stormclan can't wait to be a warrior, like all the other kits. She practices every day, even while the other kits are sleeping. Her path is clear; warrior. Her path is full of love, loss, sadness, hatred, and hurt. But where doe...
