Chapter 2

"What're we supposed to do now?" Smokekit whispered into her brother's ear.

The pale brown kit did not respond. He sat in the puddle of blood next to his mother. His eyes tightly shut and his paws tucked under him.

"It's all a dream." He mewled out loud. "This can't be real."

Fernkit was sulking next to their mother's dull golden fur. Smokekit went over to her mother's face and stared into those lifeless eyes. She hoped for a spark, he mother making a small movement, or whispering a comforting lullaby. None of that happened.

"We can't just stay here all day." Smokekit pushed her brother with her paw. The young pale brown kit rolled over. His fur was now covered in his mother's blood. He just laid there, still mumbling words, still hoping that'd he'd just wake up.

"Momma's not coming back" Smokekit yelled. After her sister heard, she made a loud whining whimper and went back to her sulking. Smokekit was now frustrated. She padded around back and forth impatiently. She was confused, she didn't know where to go or what to do.

"I'm leaving." She finally said. Dustkit opened his eyes and raised his head.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to find our clan." She responded. With that, she turned around and trotted off.

Dustkit's eyes widened. "You don't know what' out there!" he yelled. But Smokekit ignored him.

Dustkit lifted himself and stared at his sister. She was still weeping and sulking. "Come on, Fernkit, let's go." He meowed.

Fernkit raised her head a little and shook it. "I'm not leaving momma. What if she wakes up and--"

"She's not waking up!" he yelled, cutting his sister off. "She's never going to wake up!" he cried. "We gotta go find our clan. We have to."

Fernkit was stunned. She stared at her mother for a long time. She was the runt of the litter, she was the closest with her mother too. Her two siblings liked to venture off alone but she would always stay by her mother's side. It was hard for her to leave.

"Let's go." Dustkit encouraged her to come along with him.

"Good-bye momma." She sniffled. Then she turned away and slowly followed her brother out of camp.

The two kits caught up with their sister who wasn't far ahead. Smokekit was making her way up the ravine. Her brother and sister had finally caught up. The kits make their way up the steep hill, each step was harder to take. They were growing tired and weak. They had no food, no water for at least a day now, kits can't survive long.

Once they made it to the top, the three kits collapsed. "We've got to hunt." Smokekit managed to whisper as she was still panting hard.

"Too…tired." Dustkit whispered. Fernkit stretched her body out and took deep breaths. Smokekit finally regained her breath. She slowly got up. She took a few steps, each one was painful for her swollen paws.

"We have to hunt." She meowed. She slowly moved her aching paws and walked off, searching for prey. Dustkit got up after a few moments and followed her. He left Fernkit behind.

"Stay here, we'll return with prey." He quickly said. Then he dashed off towards his sister. Fernkit gave a brief nodded, her weaker lungs made it harder for her to regain her breath.

Smokekit and Dustkit were side by side. Suddenly Smokekit saw something passed by. The two kits crouched down, that was there instinct. They wait for a few moments before they attacked. Smokekit dashed out towards the creature. It was a mouse! She snapped her jaw, and caught the mouse tail. It was squealing for help, it tried to escape but Smokekit had it by the tail.

"You caught a mouse!" Dustkit mewed excitedly.

"Kill it." She attempted to say with the mouse still trying to get away. Dustkit pounce onto it, and broke the neck by biting it.

"Good." Dustkit mewed. They were lucky for their first try. They had no training, but they practiced pouncing on leaves and sticks. They would have to learn everything on their own if they were to survive. They would have to rely on their instincts.

Smokekit and Dustkit dragged the large mouse back to the top of the ravine. Their sister, Fernkit, was lying next to a tree. Once she saw her siblings, she rushed over.

"You caught something!" she squeaked. "Let's eat."

Dustkit, Smokekit and Fernkit crouched around the large mouse. It was well fed so this would do for all three of the kits.

This was the beginning of their journey. Soon they would have to leave and go farther out into Thunderclan territory to find their clan.

Next chapter is when the plot starts heating up. The three kits have made their first kill, but will they be lucky when they try agian? Three young kits look pretty delicious to owls and hawks...find out what happens! Stay tuned!