Hey everyone! Tempest The SeaWing here with a new story! My cousin made this story small all credit goes to him. I hope you all will enjoy this story! Anyways, with all of that out of the way, I hope you enjoy reading this story. Now, without further ado, let's take flight.
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There once was a young kit who was found near the Thunderpath, her mother nowhere in sight. It had been raining quite hard when she was found, her pelt caped with mud and dirt and the scent of blood nearby.
The moon shown down on a shadowy clearing, dark figures were slithering out from the shadows almost like a group of snakes or a pack of ravenous wolves looking for prey to eat. Two of the figures, a sable-furred apprentice and a black and white dappled she-cat patted out of the bushes witch were cloaked in shadow. The light of the full moon making the leaves of the bushes shimmer a bright silvery color that glowed in the night.
"Hey, hold up a sec!" meowed the sable-furred molly, "I think I see something!" she pointed with her tail to a clump of ferns and the black and white molly turned her head to face where her apprentice was pointing.
"Is that a kit?" the black and white molly asked, her leaf-green eyes going wide as the two cats slowly inched closer and closer to the shivering ball of fur.
"Oh, my StarClan, this poor kit needs help, and fast!" the black-and-white molly meowed urgently. "Starlingpaw, please go inform Ebonystar!" the black and white molly informed her apprentice.
The sable she-cat nodded and raced into the trees to the borders of ThunderClan territory. As her apprentice was getting the Clan leader, the black-and-white she-cat took to helping the kit as best as she could.