The Little One

This is a preview for The Little One, because if I get enough votes saying that I should create the series, I will. If not... - Hoppy  Spring! Vote now!  23:01, March 27, 2011 (UTC)

Shrieks erupted from the camp. Littlekit peeked from the crack in the stone, afraid of what she might find. Badgers rumbling about, destroying everything in their path? Foxes tearing her Clanmates to shreds? A rival Clan invading? No. There was a large bird – most likely an eagle, though the tortoiseshell kit had never seen one – was circling the sky above the heads of the cats. Most had fled to the dens; Bubblekit and Riverkit, thankfully, were already there, eyes round with terror. Only two cats remained in the open. Fawntail had cut her pad on a stone and had fallen; Hollypaw, being the medicine cat apprentice, had stopped to help. The eagle began its descent, preparing to make a meal of her Clanmates.

Rage and panic flared in Littlekits chest. ''I can’t let that bird hurt them! ''She growled to herself. Before she knew what she was doing, she flung herself out of the crack in the rocks, and raced towards the two she-cats, kicking up dust behind her. Just before the eagle could grasp Hollypaw in its large talons, Littlekit smashed into it, knocking it away from the cats. The bird screeched in frustration, and tried to lunge for Fawntail, but her and Hollypaw were safe in the shelter of the warriors’ den. Now only Littlekit remained. “Attack!” She shrieked, flinging herself out of the way. The warriors streamed from the den, covering the eagle in a swath of colored pelts. She nearly ran into Silvertail, who immediately scooped her kit into her jaws and dropped her on the nursery floor, curling around her. Bubblekit and Riverkit pressed against her, and she soon fell asleep, feeling special for rescuing Fawntail and Hollypaw.