Challenge for Create-A-Story: Challenge 1 - Part 1.

The setting of this story is in Plainclan in my other forum: Oakclan, Pineclan, Plainclan, and Streamclan: Roleplay Forum. Link in Profile Description, if any person is wondering! lol

The Adventures of Graykit and Wrenkit

Graykit (Graysplash in the forum) laid down on a nice sunning stone in the middle of Plainclan camp. He was the only kit in his litter that liked the sun. His littermates, Aspenkit and Barkkit only liked to play, play, play while he liked to sit, sit, sit. He stretched his tiny gray body, splashed with white, and opened his green eyes, smelling something weird.

He turned to his left and saw a flickering light by him.

What's a lightning bug doing out during the day? He wondered, trying to get close to the flickering light, but sent back from the heat coming off of it.

His mother, Heatherheart, called, "Graykit!" She bounded over toward him and saw the light that was very, very warm. She widened her eyes in fear and yowled to her clanmates, "Fire!" Every single cat's ears bolted up and they all started to panic.

Jaystar, who was the leader at the time, yelled, "Every cat out! Every cat out of camp!" Every cat started to retreat.

Graykit saw Wrenkit, who would eventually become Wrenstar, stuck underneath some ashes and a stone since she was weaker than her two other littermates because she was the runt of her litter. The brave five-moon-old tom attempted to rescue the four-moon-old she-cat.

Wrenkit meowed, "Go, Graykit! I can't let you risk your life for me!"

Graykit rolled his eyes, "You could be the future leader of Plainclan! Of course I'm gonna risk my pelt!"

Wrenkit snorted in disbelief and she used all the strength in her legs to get rid of the stone that was on her back. Graykit helped move the rock off of her. She panted, tired from the effort, "C'mon!"

The pair bolted out of camp, well, they bolted where the flames weren't blocking them. The fire blocked them from the side of which the scents of their clanmates directed them. They went towards the Oakclan border instead of the Woodlands.

Graykit and Wrenkit, two little kits, somehow had to survive on their own for who knows how long.


The sun had disappeared from above. The moon and the stars were spread across the dark night two kits were next to each other, sheltering in a little hole nearby the Oakclan border's stream. The two were freezing. The two were hungry. The two were terrified out of their little kit minds. Throughout it all, they only had each other.

Graykit's ears perked up at the sound of cats' voices calling out, "Graykit! Wrenkit! Where are you?" The voices repeated those words, occasionally mixing, leaving, or adding words. Shaking his friend awake, he poked his head out of the whole, bounding towards the calls of his clanmates with Wrenkit following closely behind. He saw the familiar pelt of his mother, Heatherheart.

His little tiny energetic kit voice exclaimed, "Heatherheart!"

The light brown tabby queen turned her whole lean body to the sound of her kits' voice. Her purrs were the loudest that she had ever purred in her life. Her tongue that was licking him was rough. As he squirmed, Heatherheart demanded to both of the kits that had been missing for a half-day, "Where were you both?" The kits looked at one another mischievously, as if they had planned this moment before.

"In a rabbit hole!"

Best ending ever. XD

I hope you Random (get it!) people liked it!

~Caio

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