"I- I- You're- I'm-" Fern stuttered. She looked into Snowshoe's green eyes- the same color as her own.
"Storm, you've come home!" Snowshoe licked Fern's forehead, then backed away quickly, realizing that she was confused. "Maybe I should tell you the whole story."
"Yes- please do..." The young grey she-cat nodded. This was too much to take in at once. She followed the older cats, nodding goodbye to Flora, Jack and Fiona.
"There was a windy, very bad storm the day I lost you." Snowshoe started. But she didn't get any farther. Fern closed her eyes, and a flash of lighting flashed across her vision.
Rain pelted down, and Fern felt herself running. She slipped a few times, but she kept going.
"Mama!" A scream sounded from ahead. "Mama! Help me!"
Fern stopped at the edge of a river- it was swollen, and flowing vey fast.
"Don't worry, Feather!" She heard herself yowl. "I'm coming!"
On an over hanging branch, a small grey she-kit with white toes was struggling to cling on.
"Help me!" She started to slip.
"No!" Fern leapt up onto the branch.
"Storm! Don't!" A very tiny black tom-kit hissed from the bank as Fern started up the slippery branch. "Let mama help!"
Fern recognized Snowshoe through the pouring rain.
"I've got this! I know I got her into this, and I will get her out of it!"
The grey and white kit slipped.
"Feather!" Snowshoe howled.
But Fern had gotten there right in time. She crouched there, trembling, trying to pull Feather up. But she was too heavy, even though she was not the biggest of the litter.
Fern felt herself slipping. "Hold on!" Snowshoe called. She jumped onto the branch. It waved. Fern fell backwards. She held onto Feather just long enough for her to get a grip, the she fell.
"Storm!" The black kit wailed through the rain.
"No!" Snowshoe grabbed Feather and threw her ashore.
Then another cat- a black and white tom- jumped in after her, but Fern was already being tossed in the current, and it all faded away to darkness.
All of the cats so far in this chapter are real cats- in case you didn't know.
And, for no reason, I took the picture at the top. I don't know why I typed that, but anyway...
Bye for now!!!
-Meowlia
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The Rising Storm: #2 Lost memory
Fanfiction"Nothing can calm the rising storm, but lost must be found for hope." Fern, formerly Featherpaw, left the clans and decided to go on a search- a search to find out if she was a kittypet, where she belonged, and who she was meant to be. The full moon...
