Kitten Chronicles Book 1: The Power Of Four

Swirltail

  I shake, droplets of water go flying. In my mouth I hold a skinny fish that I saw, a very lucky catch. This famine is terrible.( and so is my eyesight. I cannot see very well very closely. I might have to get glasses....). Thankfully it's not a drought. I watch the clouds gather over the afternoon sun. Rain. Very very soon.

  I pad back into our camp, reeds swaying in the chilly breeze. I taste the air and find Riverripple, my sister patching up the Nursery. Brookleap pokes her head out to see. My best friend Troutsplash is the father of her kits. Reedsong chose not to say who. Dewstar works us hard, trying to find every scrap of prey, reeds, and moss possible. I hope Tigerstar visits soon.

  I run out to the dirtplace. Troutsplash crashes into me. His black eyes swallow my attention.
"Sorry!" I yelp, caught off guard. Tearing my eyes away from his I trot off in the opposite direction that he goes. I run back through the singing reeds with the wind whipping through my fur. I shake trying not to get caught in the wind. Making it under the trees and reeds I rest.