My kithood...

When I was just a kit, I was 3 moons old and I snuck out of camp. I followed my father out of camp. He was hunting when all of a sudden 3 cats leaped out of the bushes and killed him! They swore me to secrecy and said," If you tell any cat and we find out, we will hunt you down and kill you." Then they slammed me into a tree and left me.

When I reached the camp. I knew I was in trouble. My mother ran to me and gave me a good yelling at.

That night I was sleeping and then I smelled fox! I woke up right away! What I saw would have killed me had i not been keeping the secret about my father. The fox grabbed my brothers and ran off. I followed it and saw it tear them limb from limb. I ran as fast as I could back to camp and told my mother everything, even my fathers death. She didn't believe me of course and told me to go back to sleep.

My Story

My name is Tornheart, and as you can see I have a sad story.... and the scars to remember it by..............