The small gray paws of kits thundered against the hard, cold, stone floor of their home. Wolfkit heard continuous fighting. She craned my neck around to see her younger brother, sister, and older brother hard on my trail. They turned a corner and skidded to a stop. There was a large gray cat that blocked our way to the exit.
"Going somewhere, Caveclan scum?" He spat at the kits, bloodlust in his eyes.
"Yes we are!" Lightningkit snorted, his chiller blue eyes challenging. Riverkit and Dreamkit's eyes widened in disbelieve.
Is he crazy? He's going to die! " Wolfkit's thoughts ran haywire, different scenarios racing around.
"Wolfkit, get them out!" Lightningkit nodded his to their younger siblings. The two twins exchanged glances. Wolfkit dipped her head, tears burning in the back of her eyes. Knowing his fate, Lightningkit launched himself at the tom, welcoming death like a warm hug. It will save Wolfkit, and Dreamkit, and Riverkit. It's the right thing to do.
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Cold Stares
FanfictionAfter the Great War of Caveclan and Driftclan, a normal life seemed like a joke to Riverkit, Dreamkit, and Wolfkit. Memories of the war haunt the eldest kit who remembers the harsh decision made that day. But luckily, Stormclan took in the kits, and...
