Jaysong's Story

What a BEAUTIFULLLL day to write something huehuehue.  

 The Early Bird

It was a strangely cold, and pitch black early morning. It was never that cold in these mountains, my tribe was surprised it never snowed! I remember it now, when my eyes first laid eyes on this beautiful landscape. The sun-scorched cliffs and warm winds, as the pale blue sky hung above you. Paradise, you could call it. I was born to the sister of the tribe leader, her name was Pine that Sways Softly. She was a sweet and beautiful shecat who loved kits. I remember how almost all kits had a feather behind their ear. I was given a special one though, a jay's feather. Originally, my name was, Jay that Sings at Dawn. I loved my tribe and my life, until my sister's death. Cardinal was smaller than me, no wonder she was snatched by a hawk. My mother never spoke to me after that. Grief and heartbreak of her daughter's death cut her off from the tribe.

To be continued