The Legend of Boltheart



 The Legend of

  Boltheart

 By BCEngine



 ''  Two worlds are apart. Friendships can never be between these  ''

''  worlds. A bloody war rages on around them. And nobody can  ''

''  bring these worlds together. ''



''  Until today. ''



Prolouge
Honeyrose was nothing but a gold streak against the dark forest. Her kits were just born. And they were after them, threatening to tear them apart, limb by limb.

Dogs.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">The mewling kits cried out for warmth. ''How could there be any warmth when the only feeling is cold death? ''Honeyrose fought the urge to turn around and fight back. This was her first litter! She had seen the dogs as she gave birth. When they came closer, she leaped up and scratched one dog's face. This enraged the beast and aroused it's taste for blood.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">But as she ran, something didn't seem right. She seemed lighter as she ran with her kits in her mouth. She counted the fragile, dangling kits. ''One. Two. Three. Four. Five. No, wait a minute! ''Honeyrose gasped. ''Where's number five? Oh, no! I've dropped my fifth kit!''

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">The dog stopped in his tracks. He saw the innocant kit, mewling and crying for milk. Something flowed through him, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">Sympathy.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">He ever so gently picked up the kit in his mouth, his warm breath seizing it's shivering. He gracefully an after Honeyrose. "Wait! Wait!" He mumbled through the kit's fur. "I have your kit!"

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">Honeyrose didn't stop. She kept running.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">The dog stopped and set the kit down. He called his mate, who had given birth a few weeks ago, over. "Give the kit milk," he whispered. "His mother ran away."

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">"I will," Said his mate. She settled down and guided the kit to her belly. "I shall return him tonight," The mate said. "And I will leave a coded message to their leader."

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">Time slowed for the kit as he suckled. ''Milk? ''He was suckling before but on a different milk. This milk was thicker in a way, richer. He felt his strength rising. He felt bold, he felt energetic-and he felt the need to open his eyes.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">The mate dropped him off at the entrance of the camp. "Now, young kit, please remember this. Please remember this so we can end this everlasting war!" The kit blinked, his green eyes glowing. The mate licked him warmly.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">A sharp hiss made her jump. She spun around to see three cats adavancing on her. "We don't want any trouble. Just give us the kit!"

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">"You don't understand," The mate lowered her ears. "I am giving him back! For a cat of gold has dropped him."

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">"Yea, right," One orange cat growled.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">"Hush up, Heatglare!" One cat snapped. But as he turned to breifly thank the dog, she was already gone. A small bone was beside the kit, strangle lines gnawed into it. The cat gasped, fr only a leader like him could read this code. It was clearly enscribed in the bone.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">Boltkit.

<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">Chapter one
<span style="font-family: Times new roman; color: black; font-size: 16px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px darkviolet">Coming soon!

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