I forgot to do the disclaimer last chapter so I DO NOT own anything you reconize if I did longtail wouldn't have died.
Chapter 1: Life of a Kit
I was born into a litter of three. When I was born it looked like I would be the runt but I quickly became stronger than my brothers. I was born at moonhigh and by sunrise I had opened my eyes. My mother Sandstorm was proud of me for bring so strong in such a terrible time. There was little food in the clan, not near enough to go around so Fireheart, Sandstorm,Rustkit, Volekit, and I had to go to my brothers and I where two moons old tradgety struck us. Rustkit then Volekit cought Blackcough which was lethal to all cats and clans. I cought greencough but quickly recovered. Rustkit hung onto life for about a week but he couldn't survive any longer. Volekit held on for to more days longer than Rustkit before he to let was tuff on me. I had been extremly close to both of them. Sometimes at night after Sandstorm went to sleep we would talk about what we wanted to be when we earned our final names. Rustkit was sure thet he would have found his destiny as a medicine cat. Volekit was comfortable with being just a warrior but I was the most ambitious. I wanted to be leader.
Crookedstar always said I was a natural swimmer. When I was four moons old I could swim across the river and back easily. When I was six moons old the three of us went back to thunderclan and I became an apprentice.
For those of you who read this story you can expect an update either this weekend or next week.
