The three kits awoke in a new landscape.
" Where are we, Adderkit?" The smallest cream she-cat asked. The calico tom shrugged, mildly scared. They were in a fresh smelling meadow, with towering mountains ahead of them.
" Hello there young friends" The three kits turned startled. An elderly black she-cat, who was barely visible sat on a rock just behind them. Her blue eyes seemed to read them like they were books.
"Its such a shame your clan no longer tells kits stories anymore, I think you would enjoy them to some extent" She wheezed slightly.
The three kits, who were no longer as afraid as before walked forwards and found themselves sat before her with ready ears. A story was a rare thing in their world.
" Now, what kind of story would you like to hear first, friends?"
The kits looked confused for a while, until the little cream she-cat came forward with a idea.
" A story of bravery?" She asked. This gave the calico tom an idea.
" A tale of danger!" He said eagerly. The last small grey tom came forward with his idea.
" A tale… of, um.. risk" He mumbled quietly.
The elderly she-cat seemed to think. She thought. And she thought. And she thought a tad more.
" I have a tale just for you then. Now, let us all sit comfortably and hear the words of long ago…
And the story began.