I came up with this story while at school. It takes place in the old forest.
Prologue
Our mother, Petalfall is a cruel and heartless cat, or so my brother would say. She never wanted kits in the first place. She found out she was expecting shortly before our father dissapeared. When we were born she just felt as if we were a burden, causing her six moons stuck in the nursery. In her hatred, she named us horrible names. My brother was given the name Deadkit, I was given the name Tornkit.
My Brother hated Petalfall for it. He never looked to her again, once he was old enough to understand the meaning of his name. I didn't care about my name. A name is just a name, what other cats call you, It doesn't say who you are or anything like that. I've learned to live with it.
My brother on the other hand, didn't. He let his hate and anger boil up inside of him until he became one of the most ruthless and cruel cats in all of the clans. Here is our story...
Chapter 1
Coming soon...