Who Will Fight

day one
Y ou blink your eyes open, expecting to find your kits huddled close to your fur, both sleeping soundly. You're half-asleep, but you can feel that something is wrong. For one, you're not in your nest with your kits; instead you're sprawled out on cold grey stone. You can't hear anything either - just your own ragged breathing.

Your claws scrabble on the stone as you scramble to your paws. Pale sunlight filters into the small cave, and you glance around to see if there are any of your denmates with you. There's only one nest - it must belong to you. None of the other caretakers are present, and a pang of terror struck you when you saw that your kits were gone as well.

A faint scraping noise sounds from the entrance, and you notice the boulder preventing you from leaving. You cautiously approach it, and at your paws is a strip of white tree bark. You blink, then notice the tiny scratches on the inner part. It's a message from someone.

It's difficult to read in the faint light, but you can make out most of the message.


 * Hey! I just wanted to ask about how you're doing. Are you okay? I hope they're treating you alright. If this got to you, then they must be fine with messages from old Clanmates, right? Oh, and it must be lonely in that cave by yourself. I'll come and visit, I swear. I'll bring the kits too. -- Volefoot

Confusion was the first feeling that struck you. "I hope they're treating you alright..."