Prologue:
Sandheart's Message
Violence isn't the solution to everything. I lost my whole family against AutumnClan. Eventually we came to a peace treaty, but that doesn't mean I still won't hate them.
Meet the Elemental Territories, where the four seasonal Clans thrive: AutumnClan, WinterClan, SummerClan, and SpringClan. I'm in SummerClan.
It's already been 12 moons since that war and I still can't get over it.
In my sleep, I hear my mother's scream. My father's yells. My little brother's whimpers.
So sharp and so defined.
Lost has changed me, matured me. I am no longer the silly cat who enjoys running around chasing his tail and annoying the elders. But it scarred me for life.
It's not hard to walk, to talk, to listen, to hear, to hunt, to learn. That's easy.
The hard part is doing it with energy.
So short and simple. I'm sincerely sorry about that!
I'm actually just testing this story out. If you guys like it be sure to review! It will help me decide if I want to continue or not.
Also, check out my other story, Amnesia!
Thanks!
Bai, guys!
