Chapter 2...
Softkit played with her two brothers and their fellow friends. "I got the moss ball!" one of her brothers yowled. His organge pelt brushed pass Softkit's ginger pelt. "Flamekit pass the ball to Dovekit!" one of the other kits yowled. Redstar and his deputy, Sweetfang, watched over the camp checking the sky every now and again. Hawks were common now more then ever and loved to prey on kits, espaialy the one-moon kits. Graypelt, an eldery tom with white fur tips with gray fur and light blue eyes, padded out of his den and watched the kits.
Softkit darted and she chased her old brother with the moss ball and kicked it from him to Woodkit. He kicked it into the goal. "Go and do something else! We are trying to re-build the camp. At this rate it will be another moon!" Leafclaw snarled to the kits. The 8 kits grunted to themselves, Glowheart, their Softkit's, Flamekit's, and Firekit's mother, guided them with her dark brown tail. "Glowheart, why is Leafclaw so serious?" Firekit asked. She stopped and glared at them for a quick second and left. What is that about? Softkit woundered.
A warrior from the border patrol came back covered in blood, scartches, and brurrs . "Flowerclan... cro..." There was silence, nothing but silence.
Sorry this is so short.