Chapter One: Why?

     Rowanpaw woke up to the sound of water. He was laying on the bank of a river. He lifted his head up and a wave of dizziness washed over him. He pushed himself up so he was sitting and shook his head, his head ached. He looked around, he had no idea where he was.

     “Rowanpaw?” A voice sounded from behind him and he turned his head, it was Mousepaw. His brother looked horrible, he had soot and ash smeared over his brown fur, he had a burn across his cheek, and his leg back leg looked… Useless, but he had dropped a mouse at his paws, “Are you okay?”

     Rowanpaw stood up and turned to face his brother, pain shot through his body and he winced inwardly, “I’m fine. Are you okay?” He asked,t he looked down at the mouse, “You still manged to catch this?”

“It pretty much ran into my claws.” Mousepaw said, limping toward the water. He sat down partly in the water, the current started to clean his paws.

     “Where are we? Where’s the clan? What happened? I don’t remember anything.”

“I don’t either… I remember going back to get Valleykit, then I fell… Then I woke up here, with you. I have no idea where the clan is, or how we got here.”

     Rowanpaw looked around, “I went back to save you after you fell… I think I hit my head, then I woke up here.” He lifted his head and sniffed at the air, then he circled around, trying to find some trace of the clan.

     “Why?” Mousepaw asked, moving farther into the water, to clean the ash and soot off his pelt.

     “Why what?”

     “Why would Starclan do that? That fire almost destroyed us…” He said, looking over at his brother, “Now we’re alone, and our clan is somewhere out there, probably thinking we’re dead.”

     “Maybe Starclan didn’t mean for this to happen… Maybe the fire-”

     Mousepaw shook his head, cutting him off, “Starclan could have done something!” He hissed, “Now we’re lost and we’re probably going to die out here!”

     “Mousepaw! Starclan doesn’t control everything! And we’re not going to die! We’ll find the clan…”

     “How are we gonna do that, Rowanpaw?! We don’t even know where we are!”

     Rowanpaw fell silent.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a storyline. Some good mystery and the search for the pack. Need some artwork to make the words come alive. A very good chapter.
Coyote