Too Young at Heart

IN WETTY'S WRITING CONTEST

Lynxkit, a lithe light brown tabby tom with blue eyes, lives in the Clans during a time of war. His father, Mossfoot, is fighting, his mother, Rosetail, is watching cats die. Lynxkit is waiting for apprenticeship, so he can be trained to be strong like his father, and smart like his mother. But what will happen when Lynxkit realizes the horrors of war, perhaps too late?

In this story, Forestpaw13 explores and imagines about a kit's point of view about something horrible. Because, where would we be without it?

''Note: Wetty, is this alright so far? I'm going to start writing because I'm super excited.''

Prologue - Only the Beginning

 * The cat sat, his long tail wrapped around his paws and his eyes gleaming in the darkness. His ears were perked, listening for the next sign of the looming threat posed against him.


 * His loyal deputy sat beside him, staring at his paws, obviously thinking about the most important cat in his life- the newest kit.


 * "Mossfoot, Lynxkit will be protected," the cat murmured to his deputy. "We will not sink as low as ShadowClan during this, I promise."


 * Mossfoot swept his tail around, gesturing to the hollow. "I want all the cats here tonight to be alive and well at the end of this," he meowed. His voice was soft, his eyes bright. "I'm sure that ThunderClan will be strong enough."


 * "It is not a measure of strength," the cat beside him murmured. "It is a measure of mind. This battle will end when ShadowClans' minds strengthen."


 * Mossfoot nodded. His fur rippled as a leaf-bare wind blew. "Of course, Falconstar."


 * Falconstar nodded. "Go see Lynxkit. I can see your mind is still on him."


 * Mossfoot glanced up, his eyes filled with gratitude- and something else that Falconstar did not bother to linger on. "Thank you."


 * Mossfoot leaped down from the Highledge, his tail twitching happily back and forth.


 * Falconstar resumed his pose- tail wrapped around paws, eyes gleaming, ears perked.


 * His Clan was to stay safe.


 * "Go!" Mossfoot screeched. "Don't just stand there, go!"


 * Rosetail raced away with Lynxkit in her jaws, and Mossfoot spun around to face his opponent.


 * "Kits die first," the ShadowClan cat spat, rasing his claws to Mossfoot's face.


 * Mossfoot flinched away from the sharp extension and bared his teeth.


 * "Scared, are you?" The ShadowClan cat paced around Mossfoot, his tail touching Mosstail's shoulder, than his other. "You would think that the deputy would be the bravest cat in a Clan- protecting his coward of a leader is his main job, am I correct?" The ShadowClan cat had an edge to his tone, one that Mossfoot was annoyed by.


 * "Falconstar is not a coward," Mossfoot growled. "Or Treestar would of never chosen him to succeed him!"


 * "I'm having trouble believing that..." Mossfoot's opponent had a seductive edge, one that made Mossfoot have trouble not clawing him across the face.


 * "Well, it's true," Mossfoot growled back.


 * The ShadowClan cat stopped pacing around Mossfoot and faced him. "Leap, you coward, or face my wrath."


 * Mossfoot stood stone-still, barely breathing. He waited.


 * The ShadowClan cat leaped, claws unsheathed, and the war began with a dead ShadowClan cat.