~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the dark of the night a silver-grey she-cat carried a newborn kit across a river. Not the Riverclan river she longed to be crossing though, for she was far from the lake she knew. Once she had waded to the opposite side she placed the kit on a patch of mud. The kit cried in accusation but before it could make another noise the she-cat rolled the poor scrap of fur in the mud. "Oh my kit," she sobbed quietly "Why must I do this Starclan?" She bent and picked up the kit and placed it on a stone, then said one last farewell. "Goodbye my precious Lilykit, may Starclan not be mistaken." And with those words she left Lilykit to cry into the night. Moments later a lean figure stepped out of the trees and padded toward the kit. The creature was much larger than the she cat, and it's words sounded strange as it sniffed the kit and spoke "what is this that I have found on the land of Wetpack?"
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Yay! My first book ever has begun! Sorry it's so short but it's only the prologue and I promise chapter 1 will be longer.
Anyways I hope you all liked it!😋
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Clans and packs: forest of wolves
FanfictionMillions of moons after the rule of Mistystar, a Riverclan kit, who isn't even old enough to open her eyes is left in an unknown land and is taken by an unknown creature
