Early that morning, Ripple woke up. She had been dreaming about White Death again... she'd dreamt he'd found Fire, Sawyer and Misty.
She clutched her paws in anger. He would never find them! Not on her watch! Never ever ever would he touch a hair on their fuzzy heads...
Ripple got out of bed, ready for another moon. Age didn't matter to Ripple. Every season spent with the Rainstorms was gold to her. She walked to her door to try and hear what they were saying.
"Wake up Sawyer! Up up up, it's Moonday. Come on you lazy bum Fire, wake up!"
Ripple smiled to herself as she listened to Misty try and get the boys up. When they wanted to sleep, they slept.
Ripple shuffled into the kitchen. She needed some breakfast. Pulling out some pancake batter, she called for the kits.
"Sawyer! Fire, Misty! I need you in the kitchen."
Fire leaped out of bed first. Running to Ripple's side, he grabbed a plate.
"How can I help you today, mum?"
Sawyer seemed to appear out of thin air next to him.
"No, no. You don't want that idiot's help, let a real helper help you." He said, pointing at himself at the word "Helper".
Fire shoved Sawyer and bowed to Ripple.
"Madam." He said.
Sawyer butted in and bowed.
"M'lady."
Ripple sighed. A mother's work is never done.
She pushed Fire towards the table and moved Sawyer over.
"Hey!" Sawyer tried fighting but he knew he shouldn't.
She smiled at him.
"Boys, today is a big day. Try and help out. make yourselves usefully."
"Fiiiiiiiiine." Sawyer muttered and started getting out plates.
Misty sat down at the table, already holding her fork. She passed out some silverware to everyone and grabbed her plate out of Sawyer's arms, causing him to almost drop all of them
"Watch it!"
"Sorry."
"It's ok. Next time don't even touch me."
Fire watched as the two fought over the biggest pancake. If ever a two had more sibling rivalry, it would be Misty and Sawyer. Ripple cut the pancake in two, one for each kit.
"Now start smiling for once and stop fighting." She said, shaking her wooden spoon at them.
Sawyer looked up at her, agast. Misty sighed and opened a book.
She was almost always reading. Sawyer rolled his eyes and started attacking his pancake, drowning it in "All Berry Jam."
"Yummy!" Sawyer said, spewing crumbs everywhere.
"Sawyer!" Misty said, kicking him under the table.
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After breakfast, they went out to do the chores.
Misty and Ripple were washing the dirty clothes in the river. The otters had made a checkpoint on the river bed to make sure that you weren't trying to attack the otter clan Wet Tail.
Fire stopped to admire the craftsmanship of the checkpoint.
Hand crafted... oak wood... He thought to himself. One window, one door. One key. Hay roof, easy to burn-
YOU ARE READING
The Rise And Fall Of White Death
FantasyA family of foxes find themselves trapped in a war! Fire, Misty and their younger brother Sawyer travel to safe lands, to escape the Wolf clan leader's wrath. Fire finds out his mother and father were killed by White Death, and swears to avenge them...
