It was a stormy day with bad wind and lightning. "What is that!" A white-ish-gray lynx named Tunderstrike yelped while looking at the sky. There was a tornado. "Run!" A brown lynx yelled.
Her name was Chocolate. "There are still other lynxes in the nursery taking care of the kits, wait we need to save the kits as well!" Thunderstrike hissed. "I will go." An elderly light brown lynx mewed. "Wait, don't Lightclaw!" Chocolate meowed in fear. "I lived all these years so I can live just a little gust of tiny wind, so let me save them!" Lightclaw bravely mewed. "Stop trying to act brave." A fully black lynx with green eyes hissed. "Shut up Darknight." Lightclaw spit. They were too busy arguing to notice that Thunderstrike was going with Chocolate to save the mother lynxes and the kits. "Stop and think where you're going." A german shepard growled at the lynxes. "Going to save my home!" Thunderstrike yelled. By then, There were pet-keepers picking up the lynxes. "Do not let them grab you!" Lightclaw hissed. "Oh no!." Thunderstrike yelped.
"They're.. Dead!" Chocolate yelped. The tornado has gone over the territory. The four lynxes ran and met other groups from the two other territories. "Thunderstrike, you okay?" a white lynx with a scar on his neck and eye worriedly yelled. "I think, but thanks for your concern Scarsight." Thunderstrike sighed, gasping for air. "The dogs thankfully did not follow us here, just like the pet-owners" Chocolate sighed.
