Misprint The Raccoon Watcher of the Forest(book 1)

The Start of it All

It all started 307 years ago with the birth of a specially printed raccoon that looked like no other. He had the tail that matched all but he also had white fur as well for a matter of fact most of him was white with gray spots in some areas. But he also had two heart shapes in his fur one on his face and one on his chest. But what was the strangest mystery of all were the split apart ying-yang on both of his shoulders the black half on his left and the white half on his right.

Most other raccoons did not like the way this new yet different raccoon looked like they thought it would be a curse upon all of their species that they would become spotted too easily now and have to adapt to new ways of life. This clan of Raccoons that this misprinted kit was born in was known by all the raccoons as the most powerful clan upon all the coon clans known as Kaitshelter. The clan leader said it was a curse and if the kit's mother did not get rid of it herself self they would bring it to the wolves on the far side of the forest as a peace offering. Of course, the kit's mother was forced to obey and grabbed her only kit and carried it 3 miles away to the dead forest the place where all forsaken things supposedly dwell. She decided that this was her only option or if she came back with the kit and was caught she would be the next sacrifice for the wolves. So she decided to dig a little burrow under a tree and she stuck the kit down inside of it to at least let it die in peace. She walked away and never looked back in fear of what her clan would do.

About half an hour later the Kit started mewing. But little did the world realize that his little mews would attract a young spirit. This spirit was Knowen a Garth the master of the forest. This spirit helped all things in the woods survive until their time comes to meet the reaper master of death he knew it was part of life but he had to do his job or the balance would collapse. But when he finds the hole the little kit was buried in he knew he could not touch animals because he was a spirit he could only guide. But he bent down anyways to try to comfort this poor kit. But to his surprise, he could feel the kit. He was so astonished that he backed away in fear. He was never able to touch an animal before but why now. He went slowly back to the little kit and realized it had stopped mewing. He bent down and picked up the kit like a newborn baby. Then realized what he had to do he knew of the old seer that lived in this part of the woods she specialized in magics to do with spirts then again all she could see were spirts. He Knew her hut was only about half a mile from here so he walked to the hut carrying the small kit in hopes the seer would know what to do with it.