Wild's clan

Chapter One
Wild awoke to the sound of coughing coming from the other side of the den. He raised his head and looked over the mound of dark golden fur that was Cherrie, his mate, and past the four balls of fluff that were their kits, and into the dark corner from which the coughs resonated. He could just make out his sister curled up in the corner, eyes tight shut as she coughed. He rose quietly and padded over to her.

"Are you alright, Wynter?" he asked softly. She looked up at him, her silver eyes full of emotion. She shook her head.

"Promise me something, Wild." She whispered. "Promise me you'll take care. Keep safe. Keep others safe. Those loners and rogues and kittypets we meet. Take care of them for me, Wild."

"What- but- how?" he stammered; then, seeing the look on her face, he added, "I promise."

"I'll help you; you'll see." and she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and spoke no more as her prolonged illness finally took its toll, leaving her brother standing beside her lifeless body, her last request ringing in his ears.