Chapter 3

I watch River get dragged away to the Sunteller's part of the den. It's all my fault! I should've stopped him! My mother and father run hastily after Sunteller, and i skitter behind them too.

The she cat flicks her white tassle in pure focus, and pats the back of River's neck repeatedly. He coughs a little, and shivers, and makes a small snorting noise. Sunteller narrows her eyes and continues patting the back of his neck. He chokes up some muddy water, and erupts a small whimper from his throat. "I need honey...I have small amounts of juniper and coltsfoot left, he probably swallowed a lot of water as well." Sunteller mews. We has travelled many places, and most cats know what most herbs look like, and where to find them. My father pads out the den, and starts searching for some honey. Meanwhile, Sunteller licks River's fur upwards. "He should be alright, as long as he doesn't catch a fever." The kit-mother sighs in relief.

"And you, Hare that sprints quickly- what were you thinking?" she hisses at me, her fur bristling.
"I'm sorry, Meadow... I should have stopped him, but he was persistent," I respond meekly.
"Your brother could have died," she continues, "if nobody hurt you..." she trails off, and flattens her ears. "Go to the kit den, immediately,"
I nod, disappointed in myself. "I'm really sorry," I mew quietly, and pad out the den, and trot toward the kit den. Pine approaches me, a cave-guard to be.
"Hello, my favourite kit," he purrs, his tail held high.
"Hi," I reply in a melancholy tone.
"What's wrong?"
"I could have killed River, if it weren't for Shade. It's all my fault,"
"Don't be so hard on yourself. Hey, he lived," I stare at the tom, and sigh. "sorry. I'm sure everything will be alright. Mistakes happen," He shrugs.
"Easy for you to say," I huff, "I almost killed my littermate,"
"No you didn't, it's not like you pushed him,"
"I might have well have, i didn't stop him either," Pine stays silent, and Eel calls him over.
"Duty calls, Hare. See you," I flick my tail in goodbye.

I enter the make shift nursery some cave-guards made. I can't believe i did that. My brother could have died, because of me, and i could've been a murderer! Because i was scared. I growl quietly, and curl up into a bawl on some moss.
"Don't say that little kit," I hear a raspy voice mew. I grunt in confusion.
"Who is it? It's not funny, come out,"
"I'm right here, little kit,"
"Right where? I can't-" I stop in my tracks. A shallow figure (if that makes sense) paws were placed in front of me. I craned my head up, and see a long furred, light brown she cat. "Oh. And who are you? I don't recognise you,"
"I am Macabre. And I am deceased," she whispers. It's like hissing, but a purr at the same time.
"You're not dead...Otherwise, i wouldn't be able to see you," i back up. "I'm calling Meadow-"
"No!" The she cat growls, blocking my path, curling her striped tail around me. "You are special. You have a gift," I pause. A gift? I don't feel different. "you've had them since your birth. You are the chosen one. That's why Sunteller chose you...Correct?"
"I guess...But how do you know Sunteller chose me? I've never seen you a day in my life!"
"I've been with you forever. We are connected. We have a bond. I can help you empower your gift to your...Your tribe's advantage. But you must do as i say."
"Why should I?"
"I can control your life. Who lives, and who dies. I control every limb in your body. I am superior. Yet; i've never used it against you. And never will, unless-"
Fear clawed at my stomach. This cat spoke cow pat, but it what if they aren't lying? Maybe, she just wants to help me.
"Alright...I'll do as you say."
"Good little kit," She purrs, and curls her tail around me