Thunder rising

this is only called a sequel because it revolves around Dovah, Thunderkit, and the companions(like Wolf) to the dov wolves/cats

The queen who nursed Thunderkit is dead. Gone. Swoosh.

chapter 1- Blood

Thunderkit layed on her moss nest, her soft yellow and golden pelt rising and falling softly. Kits, such as Budkit and Honeykit, shuffled outside of the nursurey, chasing a dead mouse that they tossed back and forth. Thunderkit never played with them, the kits and even Adderclaw hated her. The queen who nursed her told her that she was worthless, and no one loved her. She began to believe those hurtful words. Those wicked, mean and hateful words. Thunderkit flicked her ear as the steps of paws vibrated the ground. Thunderkit drank in the smell of the cat. It was Lionstar. "Thunderkit, why are you in here, not in the clearing playing?" meowed Lionstar, softly. Thunderkit sat up, her hazy gray eyes full of tears.

Lionstar stared at her, waiting for an answer. "No one likes me, especially Budkit, Honeykit and Adderclaw!" Thunderkit burst into tears, showing she ment it. Lionstar wrapped his tail around her.

"They all dont hate you. Don't think that." He said softly

"Yes they do!" whimpered Thunderkit. Lionstar stood up, and walked out of the den. Thunderkit watched him go, and sat back down in her nest. She never did know her father, or her mother, the closest cat she knew were Dewkit, a light brown tom with green eyes and Lightningfang, a black tom with yellow ears and paws. Just then, Honeykit and Budkit rushed into the den, their claws grinding against the ground. Now, the two kits were five moons old, a full moon older then herself and Dewkit. The two toms hurled them selves at Thunderkit, and Honeykit covered her eyes. A scent, a familiar cat scent burst into the air, and the next thing she knew she was in dirt place. Thunderkit attempted to open her eyes, but Honeykit held his paws firmly on her eyes. "Now!" Whispered the familiar cat, and a searing pain swept through Thunderkit's side, and a hot sticky thing splattered all over her. 'Claws!' She thought. 'Someone is attacking me!' Thunderkit struggled to get away, but the pain doubled to her other side, making her freeze. Blood, so much blood. A vision of a dragon swept her mind, a large black one with yellow horns, claws and wings. "Thunder, release your strength! Attack!" But the pain was to horrible, and she was thrown to the ground. Her attackers were gone, but she realized the familiar scent. The scent of evil, hatred and blood.

Adderfang. Her number one enemy, who killed some one named Dragonfang, Adderfang used to be Adder, but now, he was just a cold blooded killer. Thunderkit layed on the ground, blood spilling onto the ground. Cats called, but Thunderkit was already unconsionce.