Snowkit's Chance || Warrior Cats

|| Chapter 1 ||

    Snowkit laid weakly on the ground, his white fur clashing with his green surroundings. He slightly raised his head, opening his blue eyes. Pain surged through his left eye, as he remembered the bird's talon's clawing into it. The scar was still scaring over, giving it a famished red color. Snowkit couldn't see out the eye, and hoped it would heal.
Where are you mama? Snowkit thought as he looked around, overgrown green grass fogging his vision.
    He pulled himself up, if he was stuck out here, he would need to learn to hunt, or at least find food. Wherever he was, it wasn't Thunder Clan's territory. He limped around, the hawk must've gotten his right leg, as it has a long claw mark down it. Snowkit took a sniff of the air, smelling some sort of prey, but couldn't tell if it was dead or alive.
    He snuck around, tracking the scent quickly through the tall grass. He saw a small rabbit, seemed to be a baby. He carefully stalked it the best he could with a limp. He lunged onto it, biting into it's neck as it silently screeched. He snapped its neck, as its terrified face turned into a dull one. Snowkit couldn't help but feel bad, as it was only a baby that must've wondered off from it's mother. He quickly shook that away and picked up the freshly killed bunny.
    Seeing a hole in a tree, he carefully climbed it and laid inside. It wasn't a long fall, but it would hurt for a small kitten like him. Speaking of small, the den was pretty spacious, it could last a few moons at least. Snowkit dug into his prey, it was finished in a few heartbeats. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he ate. A few hours passed of Snowkit trying to find the herbs their medicine cat used to heal him in any way. At most he found some poppyseeds and juniper berries. He took and stored them in his den incase he needed them.