Fox-of-Magic

You are a kit in WindClan, listening to stories the elders are telling. A Slate and Black tom with Blue eyes trotted over. "Good evening Shortclaw. May I share some stories? Rabbitpaw is out, and I think the kits will like them." He meowed with respect, and the eyes of you and your littermates light up with excitement. "You may, Slatefur." The Russet Brown tom, Shortclaw mewed gesturing to a spot across from you. The cat named Slatefur shot a warm glance at you before padding over and beginning his stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before Moonstar called a naming ceremony for two kits, one was Black and Slate, the other, Black and

--------Sly’s POV-------- You know how we all agreed to go to the wizard’s tower or some sh*t by sunrise? Didn’t even make it past midnight. Let’s just say these weird ninja, guys sedated us with darts, into a state that we couldn’t even think.  I don’t know how the f*ck they did it without us hearing them, but all I can say is that their tricky. Too tricky. They rolled me over and one of them took a long look at me. Then he wrote down something on a piece of paper, then put a collar around me with a tag that had the number, 115, on it. “What do we do with this horse guy?” one of them called out