Brokenwing's Soul

Chapter One
"Broken wake up darling," the voice split through the kit's concinious. Broken forced open an eye amazed at the light that now dappled his vision.

"Come on broken come and play with us!"Another kit yowled shattering the moment.

"What?" He mewled.

"It's us silly! I'm Crooked, this is Snapped, and over their is Ragged, oh, oh and on the other side of me is Cracked."

"Oh, okay and umm.. I'm Broken."

"We know your our brother Broken."

"Oh, I-I am?"

"Just play mossball with us please!"

"Oh, fine!"

Broken wandered over to where the others were punting a ball of moss at each other. Ragged pushed it toward him and he hit it toward Snapped with so much force that it knocked her over. She jumped up unharmed and hit it at Ridged who was standing next to him.

After a few hours of playing with his fellow kits the sun began to set and the sea began to turn crimson. He and his brothers and sisters began to grow weary, and he was one of the first of the kits to turn in for the night.

First he had about a gallon of milk to drink than he fell asleep to the feeling of his mother's tounge rasping across his back cleaning the scraps of moss and dirt from his tired pelt.