Of the Mountain and Thunder

*In a secluded wooded area*
'''             "Do you know what to do?" a whispering voice said on a snowy leafbare morning. "Yes," responded a sad, deep voice. "Are you sure they will take her?" "Yes. WindClan have always been the nicest when it comes to kits," the deep voice responded again. "I will always love you both," the first voice said. There was a soft crunching as one cat walked away. "I hope the mountains are better for you than ThunderClan or I have been," the deep voice whispered despairingly to himself. "At least she doesn't look like us," muttered the deep voice. A kitten yelped a feeble squeel that echoed into the crisp morning air.'''

*In bushes near a river in front of moorland*

'''             A thick muscled russet shape moved quickly forward as a WindClan patrol came over the horizon. A kit of only a few weeks old lay in the bushes sleeping. As the patrol neared the border, a brown tabby stopped and quietly spoke to the three other cats. The other cats moved away and the tabby moved toward the russet cat on the other side of the river. "Stay here," the russet colored cat's deep voice rang out. He brought out the young kit, sat down next to the river, put the kit between his paws, and curled his thick, bushy tail around it.'''

'''            "Are you crazy? The kit will have your stench all over it!" cried the tabby. "Please, Larkwing.It can't stay in ThunderClan. It's just to dangerous!" the russet tom begged."Ok, but only because Sunbeam is my friend," Larkwing said as she took the kit from the tom and hopped over the river. She was just about to leave when she realized something. She gently sat down the kit and turned to the tom. "What is her name?" Larkwing asked. The kit lifted her head up as a gust of wind hit her frail body. The tiny kit's jaws opened in a soundless wail. "Gustkit," said the tom. He looked pleadingly at Larkwing. "Will you be her mentor?" the tom questioned. Larkwing looked doubtful. "For me?" he asked. Her amber eyes showed contempt and sadness. "Not for you. You're a poor excuse for a cat. For Sunbeam, yes," she said as she picked up the kit and bounded away without a backwards glance.'''

===            "Goodbye my prescious daughter. Never forget the sound of wind in the trees or the sound of a waterfall tumbleing over rocks," the tom whispered,"Goodbye Sunbeam. I know that you will never come back." The tom ran into the trees, back to his camp, but not before looking back towards the moorland, one last time. ===

Chapter 1.
"Gustkit! Get off," cried a sandy colored tom as a gray she-kit with russet colored ear tips pounced on him. The gray kit looked mischeiviously at a white she-kit in the corner of the nursery.

The rest of chapter 1 coming soon!!