Fading Spirits, book1: The Murder Trials

                                                                          ¤ PROLOGUE ¤
Shatter purred in amusement at her kits. She examined her three kits eyes. They had no names yet. She was unsure if they would survive or not. Shatter had recently been cursed by a strange wolf, not that she even believed in curses anyway. But she was determined to face any challenges that would happen to her small family of three kits and a mother without fail. Shatter Stared into each healthy kit's eyes. Her only tom, who wore his fathers pelt of silver, had purple eyes. Her She-Kit who shared her own resemblance perfectly had her same Amber eyes. Her smile morphed into a frown as her gaze fell on the runt.

     Somethings up with this one... She looked into the blue kits' eyes and froze in mid terror. She stared into her grey eyes and noticed an awfully familiar mark. The kits grey eyes shone as she looked at her mother. There's no hiding it u filthy mutt! Shatter snarled at the small kit noticing the red ring around her pupil thicken. Shatter immediately scooped up the kit and darted towards a fox den. Shatter was ready to kill this cursed kit, leave her to the foxes, or just simply abandon her. Shatter didn't care what she had to do to rid her family of the curse carrying runt, the one who bore marks of a Vyrrwolf.

                                                              ¤ CH. 1: Like A Tsunami ¤

The Small She-Kit stared at the road ahead. What in Blazes is wrong with mother? The kits fur was soaked to the bone. The mud infested water splashed at her paws as her mother carried her to the strange den. In the time it would take one to blink, the kit found herself flying forcefully under the cold gaze of her birth-mother, towards the Fox's den. The Young She-Kit landed to the mud soaked ground with a THUMP! The She-Kits hopeful face fell as she tried to get up and follow her mother back home only to be greeted by a slash to the face from her un-hesitant mother. The kit scratched the soft, cold ground with a whimper as she spit out her first word.

"Gone..." Through the pelting rain outside the small kit see the shimmer of a gleaming silver pelt rushing away in the opposite direction. A huge gust of wind and sent a tsunami of leaves to wash over the image of her raging mother. What's wrong with me? The kit whined in a sigh. she turned and heard a gruff bark and several snarls. The kit yelped in surprise to see a red figure standing over her. It grabbed her scruff and dashed away from the den. There was a glimpse of a shadow. then all went black. 

        The weary She-Kit woke with a start. There was a gruff somewhat familiar whisper.

"Eclipse?... Nah.... Shadow? No... Tsunami?... hmm..." The wolf stole a glance at her then looked slightly startled that she was awake.

   "Oh.. um... hullo..." She gave him a glance that told him that she thought he was crazy and didn't know where the heck she was or who on earth he was.

" Alright.... I am Chard. And...... well.. I'm a nobody...I'm guessing you don't have a name...." The She-Kit nodded.

"welp.... um...mind if I name you? You can call me Chard. I'll call you...." Chard stared into her eyes as he saw a Tsunami of pain and sorrow and many other emotions running through the small kits body.

"Tsunami!" The small She-Kit looked puzzled as well as pleased.

   "Tku....Tkunamini!" The kit mewled proudly.

   "Tsunami. Tsu-Nam-I" Tsunami grinned as she tried to sound out her new name again.

   "Tu..Tsu... Tsunamini? Tsunami? Tsunami, Tsunami, Tsunami! " Tsunami jumped around pleased she could say her name, and that for once she actually HAD a name. Chard laughed.