(OLD)Whispering Rivers

Note- This is like real warriors, no magical stuff



Prologue
Mist looked at her small little kit, Citrine, she had dark grey fur and had just opened her dark yellow eyes. She was a beautiful kit, but living in BloodClan was harsh, she knew soon Rage, their leader, would kill the tiny bundle of fur. Even though Rage was the father of Citrine, he was still so cruel.

"We need to escape Citrine...." She whispered.

Rage burst into her small den and growled, showing his sharp teeth eyes full with anger.

"Mist." He spat with his raging voice. "You must come with me."

Mist looked to her kit then to Rage with big, fearful eyes.