Echomist's Choice

Chapter 1: Introduction

(Photo is Echo ^)

"Mama? Where are we going?" A small kit pounced in the large piles of snow, trying to keep up with her mother who was carrying a small silver and white kit. Her white paws numb from the freezing snow.

The white and gray speckled she-cat gave her kit a small look, blinking her leafy-green eyes. "You'll see, Bumble." She muttered, dropping the silver kit in the snowy surface once they reached a small brook. The tiny kit mewed in fear, darting under her mother's paws. The larger female only shook the kit out from under her paws and towards the black kit who was speaking. "Would you stop being so scared, Echo!" The queen snapped, her ears folding back onto the flat of her head.

Echo's eyes widened, wheezing from the bitter air. "Y-yes mama." She whispered, and huddled closer to her two sisters. She watched as a shadowy form hopped across the river. Echo gave a yelp, darting under the safety of her mothers paws once more.

The white and gray speckled she-cat hissed in annoyance at the kits. "This is Cedarstripe, he's going to take you now." She muttered, shoving the kits towards the tom.

Only one kit remained by the she-cat's side, tiny little Echo was under her paws, covered by the snow. The tom raised his brow at Echo, and gave a small smile. "Hey, your okay." He whispered, as the she-cat stepped away from the kit. "I'm Cedarstripe. You'll be safe here." He murmured, licking Echo's cold, wet head in attempt to soothe her.

Echo just shivered and tumbled into his chest, the warmth from his thick-furred flank immediately warming her up. She felt herself get picked up by the scruff, and watched as her sisters followed besides the tom to the brook. "What about Mama?" She squeaked softly, closing her icy blue eyes that matched Cedarstripe's.

"Your much safer with me then you were with her." He mumbled through her flank, marching across the river into Brookclan territory. He looked back at the faded frame of the she-cat, a pained look smeared on his face. "Goodbye, Ivytuft." He whispered, leading the kits in the deep snow to Brookclan camp.

The form across the river was no longer there, but yet a statue. The she-cat known as Ivytuft had stood very still, blinking tears away from her eyes as she watched her only love and kits disappear into the snowy forest, away from Marshclan.

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This was the first chapter i've ever written on Wattpad... so.... I guess it's alright?

I hope you guys enjoyed it so far, I'm sorry it's bad so far... but i'll get better <3

Echo goes through struggles just because she is the runt of the litter, but can she trust this "Cedarstripe?"

Stay tuned for the next Chapter! XOXO ~ Madi