The story of Runningpaw and Robinpaw.
It was a beautiful place, the place my sister and I was born. Rolling green hills, a pond and river. The meadow where we grew up, was always buzzing with life. Bugs, butterflies, rabbits, mice, and so much more. Life was good. Across the river there were BareOnes. Also known as Twolegs. They lived in wooden nests under the shade of the hillside. My mother would tell us stories passed down from generation to generation, that they once lived in triangle shaped nests, made out of large animal???s skin. They never really did bother us, and their MetalNoiseMaker???s kept the wild cats and wolves away for the most part.
My sister, SmallRobin???sFlight, and I lived with our mother and father in an abandoned rabbit???s burrow in the meadow. Our mother was a soft grey tabby with amber eyes. Our mother???s name was GentleBreeze. The name suited her well. We had neighbors, other families that lived by the pond or across the meadow. But they???re a different story.
It was a pretty early ManyFlower (GreenLeaf) day. My sister and I were romping through the grass stalking butterflies and grasshoppers. I remember smelling rain behind the hills though. And the BareOnes must???ve smelled it too, because they stayed in or by their nests. Little did I know how much my life would change starting that day. My father had just left to go hunting. And my mom was laying in the warm sun, eyes squinted happily. There had been the howling of wolves earlier, but we weren???t worried. The BareOne???s took care of them.
The sun was just passed sunhigh when we heard the snarls and yowl echoing off the hills. My mother leaped up and stared in the direction it had come from, the pond. Robin streaked across the grass and huddle beside my mother. I glanced across the river and a couple of the BareOne???s looked up, but resumed their work moments later. I ran off toward my mother and sister. I will never forget GentleBreeze???s face, so filled with fear. We ran toward the pond. And when we got their, one of the other cat families was crouched by the reeds that surrounded a small sandy clearing. Grey clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled. The smell of blood assaulted my nose and mouth.
???Falcon???sWing!??? My mother yowled and ran toward a muddy, bloody cat???s body. My sister cried and ran next to her. I padded forward in a daze. Rain had started to fall gently. When I reached my mother and sister I fo
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