CHAPTER 1
The slim she-cat slithered through the undergrowth, crawling over a log as if she were a snake, barely moving her stomach off the ground as it brushed the moist surface of the wood. She prowled quickly, yellow gleaming eyes shooting around each direction. Within seconds she had swiftly glided over the ground that was still damp from the recent rain. The expression on her face was that of a very desperate mother who'd lost her kit, in which she was.
"Fallenkit!" she mewed franticly, her head swiftly moving from side to side. Her kit, just four moons old, was nowhere in sight. This, however was not the end, it was only the beginning of the tiny kit's journey. It all began three nights earlier in the camp of CreekClan.
It was a beautiful summer's day at the clan's home. Warriors and their apprentices zoomed through the camp on the way to and from hunting and fighting lessons. Many kits were restless in the nursery, trampling each other kit in front of them to get a glimpse of powerful warriors on their way across the creek. The camp was busy as always as its many cats began their training. The sun had risen only but a few hours ago, but the cats had been up before the moon had even set. Everyone seemed to be having a nice morning, except for one mother and her kit in the nursery.
"Mom," the tiny honey-colored ball of fur, Fallenkit, complained, "why can't I go play with the other kits?" They were curled up in the back corner of the nursery, the mother holding the kit back.
"You need sleep, Fallenkit." The darker, ginger she-cat, Honeystone, said sternly.
"I already slept! I want to go play!" she yowled. Her mother looked down at her paws and sighed.
"You stayed up way too late last night," her mother mewed, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to get only three hours of sleep. Now I'm going to go get us some breakfast from the fresh-kill pile, stay here and try to sleep." Fallenkit nodded, then she burst out laughing as if she couldn't hold it in when her mother left, trotting up to the other kits.
"Hey, Fallenkit!" said a few of her friends as she walked up to them. There was a pure white she-cat, Flowingkit, a grey she-cat named Ashkit, who'd been completely convinced her name was Warriorheart, and a brown tom named Eaglekit.
"Hey guys! My mom doesn't know I'm over here, she wants to me to take a nap. Let's go before she comes back!" Fallenkit mewed, motioning for them to follow her out into the camp. They immediately followed without hesitation. –WIP-