It was a beautiful night, no clouds just the moon,shining a soft, white light on the forest. A white she-cat walked softly through the undergrowth. "Whitepool!" A she-cat called. Coming! The white she-cat answered. All of a sudden, a yowl echoed through the forest. "Greyfire?!" I yowled. No response. I rush over to where I heard her call me. I see a heap of creamy fur motionless on the ground. "Greyfire! No!
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Whitepool's secret
FantasíaWhitekit was happy and content as a kit, but she soon discovers dangers lurking around every corner. Her close friends are in danger of something only she could see, something so silent and dangerous, no one saw it coming. There is murder and myster...
