From above, the scene was even more horrendous. A worried father stared down in fear. His kits, his mate, his Clan! Tigerfang closed his eyes, the weak sensation of guilt filled him. He shouldn't of been so cruel as a kit, than Redsnow wouldn't of unleashed his wrath on the innocent. Robinpaw was trying to convince Redsnow to stop while he could and help the Clan instead of harm. But Redsnow was fueled by rage and selfishness. Nothing mattered to this cat. First it had been dogs in the driest time, and now an uncontrollable flame of rage and hatred.
Tigerfang knew he was powerless to truly help, but he couldn't bat a blind eye. His spirit would be visible to his kits, specifically three of them. Silvermoon, Branchstalk and Bramblesight. Tigerfang met eyes with his daughter, directing her path. Through the Emergency Tunnel, into the meadow and into Twoleg place. Silvermoon seemed to understand. He was glad.
He directed his sons the same path, and the three gave the orders. Tigerfang smiled, seeing the wonderful warriors his kits grew into. Through the corner of his eye, he saw two cats leaving through a different tunnel. Curiosity filled him, and he followed the two. "Okay, now back to Redsnow?" One whispered. A she-cat.. "You covered up the end of the Emergency Tunnel right?" The other asked. A tom.. "Of course! I'm not an idiot!" When Tigerfang saw who they were, well.. He was shocked.
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Firestorm (Book Three; Series One)
Fantasy"The dry season is coming. The Firestorm will start in the heart, and spread out until it's too late. The destructive union will take rein, and destroy us all." Branchstalk must handle the green-leaf rush of new kits and apprentices, whilst also f...
