FanClubCats

It was a bright morning, the sun shining through the foliage that surrounded RiverClan Camp. Everything seemed so serene. Birds chattered and the streams hurred quietly. But besides the sounds of cats in the clearing of the camp, there was one voice that rose above them all in a wail of anger. "WHAT? Why not?!" came another yowl. There they were three kits in the nursery, left alone while their mothers were out on a hunting patrol. There were two gray kits and a ginger kit. One of the gray kits, her pelt a darker gray color, looked frustrated while the other, a light gray tabby, looked at her paws with her ears flat against her head, refusin