Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Wait up for me!” He padded through the autumn leaves, grinning happily. The sun spilled light onto the tall oaks. His sister waited in front of him.   

                  “Silverkit, I have to tell you something.”

Whiteclaw was constantly checking behind her, as if someone could be hiding deep in the fern leaves nearby. “I had a vision last night…” she sighed. “We have to leave. NOW.”

Silverkit’s upbeat expression turned into a frown. “Why?”

  “The humans are coming.” 

 Silverkit gasped. “That- that’s terrible! What do they smell like?”

“They smell like house cats and smoke.” Whiteclaw said. “They don’t belong in the forest.” Whiteclaw strained her ears. She could hear voices in the distance, human voices.

“Hurry!” She whispered. The voices were getting much closer, and seemed to be closing in on them. Whiteclaw and Silverkit fled, dodging between the thin tree trunks and plunging  through a thicket of thorny bushes. Silverkit yelped as thorns sunk into his paw. But he swallowed in the pain, and kept running.

Whiteclaw crashed into a fox, falling onto the wet ground. As she got up, large patches of mud stuck to her fur. I’m ok, she thought. Suddenly burning pain stabbed at her belly, and her world went black.

                  Whiteclaw fell into a deep sleep. She woke to the sound of loud whispers. 

”Is she awake?”

“I think so. Look, I think she’s opening her eyes!”

Whitepaw’s eyes fluttered open, as she checked her surroundings. She must have been asleep a long time, because it was morning, and wherever she was filled with eery light. She could smell rich herbs and strange smelling potions. And when she glanced up, she could see some sort of orb glinting in the light, pouring misty shadows all over the room.  “Where am I?” She looked around the room, puzzled.

 “This is The Dawn Forest.” A warm, deep, noble voice said.

 “The Dawn Forest?” Whiteclaw repeated.

“Most Dawn Wolves live here.” The voice spoke again. “We saved you from the hunters.”

Whiteclaw lay back down, relieved. She knew she was in good paws.

 “So what’s your name?” This voice was higher, and curious sounding.

“Quiet.” The older voice said. “Let her sleep.”

Whiteclaw fell in and out of sleep, constantly drifting away from the sounds of the morning. Soon they turned into the sounds of the afternoon, and finally owls hooted