I wont publish this book until I have it more than 75% done. But I will tease you guys with this book ;3

:-: Crookedspirit's Rise :-:

     - Introduction -

   Brightkit could feel her mother breathing heavily. She stretched out and mewled in protest. Her mother was in a fit of coughing.

   "No! Don't leave me! You can't do this to me!" The tone was urgent.

   "I love you Wolfcry..." A soothing voice said weakly.

   "Sorrelspring!" The male cried out. Brightpaw felt her ears getting brushed with fur and there was a sudden fit of crying.

   "No! Stop it! StarClan keep her here! Please!"

   Brightkit felt a large drop ontop of my head. Suddenly a small paw pushed her face away and she fell from the moss bed. She mewled again in protest.

   "Wolfcry... She's gone..." A new voice said chokingly. Brightkit's ears pricked up.

   "H-Hey, what will you name the tom-kit?" Another new voice murmured softly.

   There was a silence. She felt a jaw wrap around her neck and was lifted into the moss.

   "Vinepaw! You don't pick up a kit like that you mouse brain!" The new voice sounded stern and aggressive.

   Brightkit felt her eyes open slowly. She looked towards the smell of milk and blood. Her eyes widended sharply. Her mother lay limp and a tom laid atop of her.

   The tom turned around. He looked at Brightpaw as though he already dreaded her. "I'll name the tom Stagkit I suppose..." His voice trembled softly.

   A group of large cats padded over to my mothers limp figure. All four picking her up and beginning to take her away.

   Brightkit watched in confusion. She looked at the other small kit beside her. He was larger than her. But she crawled over and curled up beside the other small figure.

   It was cold... Everything was covered in white and a small of something rotting...