bluewolfpups

The bright blue skies with white fluffy clouds in the Kanto region, allowed all the people and Pokémon to enjoy the beautiful day. In the small town of Pallet Town, lived a trainer and her Eevee, Divos and his 4 young kits. Laying in the grass, Divos watched as two of his kits played. His daughter Tundra and Bolt. His second daughter, Ocean, was smelling and helping the trainer water the flowers. His last kit, Shadow was hiding under one of the toys that their owner got them to play with. He was quite worried about his youngest son. Divos thought it was because he was the runt of the litter. Seeing that his mate at the moment was a bit smaller then his self. Divos was a breeding eevee. He was from a prize winning eevee pair, so he had a good bloodline. His 4 kits here was the ones that his trainer plan on keeping and hoping one day use them as breeding eevees. She wasn't a cruel person. She never over done the breeding. And all of the kits finds good homes that would take

Chapter 1 Two shapeless shadows moved through the dark, as the world around them slept, unknowingly the crime that was just happened. A minor crime, but one that would get the two creatures disowned by their old clans. Jumping over a log, that barely scrapped over the little bundle of fur in, the light brown tabby with white patches was carrying. He stopped, panting lightly, putting the kit on the ground for a moment. His companion landed beside him, panting. "I need...a breather." he said, looking at her. Her silver blue tabby fur looked darker in the pitch black night. She nods, looking at the kit, "We're out of the known areas. We can rest for now." She sat down, after catching her breath. She looked at the sky for guidance from Star Clan. Ever since she was an apprentice? She knew she was meant to do bigger things, only she figured it was to be a medicine cat. Hint why she got her 9

Chapter 1 The wind slowly blew the sky with a deep chill, as the camp of the Washclan was silent. The surviving cats of the clan was in mourning of the lost of the deaths. Greencough had spread, but contain. Only leaving 9 cats alive and healthy. RockStar, a light and darkish brown/tan calico with a pink tip on her tail, she cat, with light amber eyes, use to be Rockheart, was newly made as the Leader from her deputy position after the Leader had lost his last life. She didn't know how she was going to lead the 8 cats, two of the 8 happen to be kits, through bare-leaf. Her paws curled underneath her, she looked out of her cave entrance at the still camp. The cave held heat but she had a feeling she will have to order them all to sleep in the same den until spring to keep everyone warm. Getting up, she stretched and headed outside. There was fresh snow from last nights storm. It looked