Pinekit Alternate Ending

A lithe form slinked through the pristine snow, her paws going numb from the constant unbridling unsuccessful search of prey. Being an experienced hunter now, PigeonEye knew that this was no small dilemma, but an ominous sign. She and a hunting party of three warriors had been sent out to hunt hours ago, and yet still, the terrain seemed barren, devoid of a stable amount of prey to feed their clan. The she-cat shivered and paused for a moment to survey they area, her fellow clan-mates halted and watched her with weary appearances, each thin and poignant. PigeonEye ignored them, an unshattered defiance and determination to serve her clan burning within her. If they did not bring back food when they returned, why return anyway. She was willing to die for her clan, even if she would die for a cause that might be remembered as pitiful foolhardy stubbornness.

The ginger tom looked back at the Dusty brown tom. “CinderLeaf, you are the best tracker in the clan”- He nodded over to where he had scented the badger -“Track down that badger”.

I take in my surroundings, as I feel my body getting numb from my toes on upward. After floating for hours, I spot a woodsy island I decide looks about a quarter mile away. I wade over to CJ and Jacob, noticing they are the closest people to where I was at. I watch as CJ pathetically hugs his only remaining plane carry-on, his baseball glove. He mopes the entire time it takes me to swim over to them, until he notices me, and he gives one last whimper before wiping his eyes and putting on a brave facial expression. Jacob smirks, knowing I had already seen CJ previously crying. My first instinct would have been to laugh at him, but now was not the time for that. We had fallen into the seas and had no idea where our luggage was, let alone where

We snuck in quietly, and I tensed when I saw Cristy Pines waiting on the counters. She looked like she just got in a fight with a bear with her messy hair and dark stains on her clothes. I wondered what they were and tried to get closer, but then I saw something that made me stop right in the middle of my tracks. Diary, you are probably wondering what it was because I have told you so much already, so I will now explain what I saw and what I did after I saw it.

Upon arrival he walks through the forest with the noises of many animals echoing throughout. Suddenly, he

Tizbeth hesitated as she looked at the charred cat. It laughed. “Never thought I would come this close to being defeated and they choose to lose.”

“Soon,” she murmured. She turned back around, and howled. Howled so loud it shook the trees. So loud that my ears rang.

Ray took hold of Casey’s arm and led her to a bench under a shady tree. She plopped down on the seat, breathing deeply to lessen her dizziness. She was beginning to feel better, and she turned to Ray. “Did you see that

Quietly, they walked towards the sound. They came up on an old hollowed out tree, peeked in the hole and there was Brodie. Curled up and crying.

Just then a gust of wind came through an open window and she leaps to her feet dropping the monkey's paw and rushes to find Kye.

“My only goal was to get both you and Skye out of the city and thanks to Crysta, I was able to fulfill that goal.” He glances briefly at me and blinks in gratitude before turning his granddaughter. He reaches out and touches Skye’s head, tears coming to his eyes. “The two people, I love most in this world, and you’re both safe and free. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She almost grabs the tinker's pants leg but stops herself. They end up awkwardly parting ways, the man sent away with some of her chrysanthemums that she was glad to give away. As he walks away, she finds herself whispering,"That's a bright direction. There's a glowing there." The sound of her whisper startled her.

"When will we find our new camp?" He looked at the kits, they were skinny... and didn't have much energy to play or anything "The kits need to rest, and recover from the shock of the fire" I said to him, i gave him a look saying we will talk later, he nodded and walked over to Scareye.

Muscles tensed and contrasted with every movement that was created by the outside forces, tiny eyes cracking open to the sunshine that would illuminate across their eyes in retangular or circular pattern, depending on the angle of where it shined off of. A mother and her two children lay not far, keeping their cozy home within the safest place that the older female could find for young pups, their bodies lying still most of the time as they were consumed by slumber's haze, only to twitch every now and then from a possible event in a dream.

After what felt like moons, Creekroot piped up, “It’s getting quite late. Would you like to sleep here or back in the camp?” He took his head off of Curlyblossom’s as he gazed into her hazel eyes, waiting for her response.