Based off a roleplay in WC-UE, or Warrior Cats. The Clans are a forgotten memory and now wild cats roam the land. Swirl is one of them. Swirl is a clumsy, adventurous, and very stubborn she who learns how to live with herself and her littermates. What will happen? (This is my first story, and it is unfinished. Keep in mind that I am a new writer and expect mistakes. Enjoy!)

I tried to steer my kits and I into the shelter of large rocks. The two beautiful she-cats mewed with hunger. Lightning striked, scaring them both. I yowled and a large wave took one away from me and across the river. I tried to reach out the grab her, but failed and she slipped away. Yowling, I picked up her remaining kit by the scruff and ran into the forest. Overfilled from grief, I slowed my pace down, finally safe. I saw an entrance, and set my kit there and ran.