There was a cool chill in SpiritClan territory. As the fur on some kits' ruffles in the breeze. The five lifeless bodies of kits lay on the forest floor. The sixth let out what could be her last breath over and over. Suddenly, leader of SpiritClan, Greenstar stepped out of the bush.
"So this is the kit destined to lead the Clan one day?" she sighed. She hadn't expected a small skinny scrap like this one. The kit's pelt was a sandy colour, like sand. "You are due to be someone's successor, young one." she nosed the kit. "Maybe not mine, but someone's." she picked the kit up by the scruff of the...
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