The story Ravenpaw: A redo of Into the Wild
Prologue:
Goldenflower looked down at her precious litter of three kits. One black and white, one golden, and one black with a white tipped tail and a white mark on his chest.
A black and white tom hovered over the nest, "They're adorable," he whispered.
Goldenflower looked at the tom her eyes beamed with endless great fullness. "What should their names be?"
The tom waved his black paw on the black and white kit, "I like Pantherkit, what do you think?"
"Clever," She commented, "How about Finchkit?" she said pointing to the golden one.
"And what of this scamp," asked the tom.
"Whiteheart, I'm unsure this one will survive," Goldenflower pointed out the kit's thinness, "he's not eating as much."
"I'll get Moonsong," said Whiteheart in a hurry. He bolted out of the den and pelted toward the medicine cat's den.
A few moments later a loud hiss echoed though camp, "Warriors to me!" it was the new deputy Bluefur.
Goldenflower looked outside when suddenly a black cat pounced on her knocking her on too the ground. She felt unable to move as she watched in horror as they took her kits, and then ran off with them.
She scrambled to her feet, hardy able to stand right, and bolted after them. Whiteheart right behind the kit-nappers when suddenly, one turned to face him the young unnamed kit hang in the evil cat's teeth. Goldenflower stared in horror, it was Brokentail!
Brokentail placed the young kit down, "You want?" He said pointing to the kit, "Then come and get the kit."
Whiteheart pounced claws unsheathed, teeth bared, on the fierce Shadowclan cat. But Brokentail was a step ahead; he dodged then pinned the Thunderclan warrior down. Goldenflower watched in terror as he bit into Whiteheart's throat, killing him.
"No!" cried Goldenflower running forward to grab the kit. When suddenly with a black swoosh of feathers a raven flew down and grabbed the young kit and flew away.
Goldenflower rushed into a panic as her remaining kits were taken into the deeper part of the forest. Goldenflower's head hung low as she trotted to her mate grieving her loss.
Suddenly a white tom ran over clenched in his teeth were her two black kits; Panther kit and the unnamed one.
"But he was taken by a raven," Goldenflower said licking the unnamed kit.
"It might sound weird, but a raven swooped down and dropped the kit on me," said the tom.
"Whitestorm, I think I'll call him Ravenkit," Goldenflower looked around for Finchkit, "Where's Finchkit?"
"They got away with her," Whitestorm moaned sadly.
Goldenflower was about to weep when suddenly a yell echoed though the camp. Silencing both the grieving and the morning to its horrified cry.