The sun shone bright over the water that hid the FallClan camp, and dappled itself across the stone walls. The FallClan cats were sharing tongues in their protected camp, chatting and playing. The leader, a muscular black tom with piercing amber eyes, rushed out of his den beneath the small stream that ran through the camp to the sound of weak mewling and gasps.
"Help! I found this kit on the border!" cried a dark gray tiger tabby tom.
"Take it to our medicine cat," ordered the leader with a worried tone.
The gray tom nodded briskly and ran off toward the medicine cat's den, which was a hollowed out area in the stone wall. Near the enrentrance was a pool of glassy water, where the kits were dipped to receive their marks. The marks signified that StarClan was protecting them, and what they were to train as. When an apprentice was becoming a warrior, they would drink from the pool, and say not a word until sunhigh the next day.
The white medicine cat met the tom at the entrance. "I'll take her," he meowed, and received the she-kit with caution. Then he turned with a flick of his tail, to tell the gray warrior he could come if he liked. Without waiting, he padded to a mossy nest and lay the silver marbled kit down.
Then he set to work, cleaning the kit's wounds and applying part of the poultuice he had been making for the returning patrol. He wrapped the wounds in cobwebs, then let the kit rest. "Get one of the queens," he ordered the gray warrior.
With that, the warrior left the den and left the medicine at and the kit alone. "I missed you... My little sunshine..." the medicine cat whispered to the kit.
Hello, readers. This is yet again another story. But in this story, you decide what happens! I also need you guys to name some of the characters. Have fun! Buh-bye!