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That's right..... it doesn't even have a title yet. This is a story that I'm actually planning on publishing and making money off of.... so any comments on how it can be made better are appriciated! The story has 4 prologes... these will be the first 4 chapters. The story is a fantasy about lions, tigers, leopards and cheetahs. It has four plots that cometogether into one!
*Note: All the parts highlited in red are parts that I will change later.

         In the darkness of midnight, two tigers stood guard of the entrance to Riverland.  The silence of night crept over the land… but it was a bit too silent.   Moments later, that silence was broken by a piercing roar, and flames lit up the night sky.  A yelp escaped from one of the tiger guards’ mouth as the claws of a Blacklander sunk into his flesh.  The other tiger guard scrambled to roar the alarm.  He succeeded, and seconds later, sleepy Riverland warriors stumbled through the entry to the tribe.  They were immediately awakened as they took in their situation.  There were hundreds of scores of Blackland tigers standing before them, teeth bared, claws sharpened, and flaming torches carefully held in their tails.  The Blacktigers lunged at the terrified and outrageously outnumbered Riverland warriors.  Roars of surprise echoed through the trees, followed closely by the orange glow of fire.  The Riverland Warriors were immediately overtaken as the Blacktigers rushed through the entryway and into the land.  Then, the voice of their leader Navro Leebak thundered out over the screams of terror.

“Seize every timmun you can lay claw on!  And kill any cat that gets in the way!”  There were roars of approval as the Blacklanders carried through with the plan.  All the mothers of the captured timmuns that resisted were clawed, and those timmuns that were taken… no cat knows what happened to them. 

     Behind all the ruckus, the mother of a newborn timmun snuck out of her den.  On her left side stood her 9-season-old son (he had just turned 9, and was now too old to be a timmun.)  On the mother’s right side stood her 9-season-old daughter, (she was the other’s litter mate,) who currently had a worried look on her face.  In the mother’s mouth was her newborn babe.  She slunk in and out of the trees in the south of the Land, her offspring following closely behind.  Soon, the foursome was out of earshot from the battle.  The mother slowed down her pace.  The littermates looked up at their mother curiously, and then looked back down at each other.  They exchanged glances.  Both of them had seen the tear slide down their mother’s cheek. 

       The mother stopped and put her baby down.  She looked around carefully, the trotted over to a large tree.  She had found what she was looking for.  She took some reeds, some twigs and some leaves from the tree and fashioned a basket with them.  She sealed it off with some damp clay from the ground and brought it over to her children. 

        The mother then carefully picked up her newborn and placed him in the basket.  She searched around for a curved root to serve as a basket handle.  She attached the root that she found to the basket, and then continued forward towards the Silver Stream, now east of their current position.  The littermates followed their mother again. 

       Soon they came upon the river.  The reflection of the full moon glinted on the rippling surface of the water, creating an eerie glow.  The tigress put down her precious cargo on the riverbank.  She carefully pulled out the timmun, his eyes still closed and his ears still flat against his head. 

“You will come up out of the water and save us, my dear timmun.  May the river carry you safely,” the mother said in a whisper almost too quiet to hear.  Another tear slid down her cheek.  She laid the timmun carefully in the basket, and then gave it one last lick goodbye.  The littermates each took a turn looking into the basket and saying a silent goodbye to the brother they would probably never see again.  Then the mother took the handle in her mouth and lifted the basket over the water.  She looked at her timmun for one last time, and yet another tear fell.  This one landed on the timmun’s ear.  She carefully placed the basket in the Silver Stream.  She stepped away and watched as the current swept the basket away towards the sea.

     “Quickly you must now follow my timmun, your brother, up the stream until some cat picks him up.  Be silent, and don’t be seen!”  The tigress was talking to her daughter.  She had been born 5 minutes before her brother, and was therefore the older of the two.  The young cub nodded silently, and slipped off into the night. 

     The cub moved in and out of the few trees there were, very carefully.  She followed the basket with its precious load like her life depended on it.  Then again, her brother’s life depended on it.

      She continued to run beside the basket, although she ran on the riverbed while the basket flowed smoothly through the water.  A few times the cub thought there was trouble, and had to hide from passing Blacktiger guards.  A few times, she almost ran out into the water to retrieve the basket as it nearly tipped over, but it would always end up safe back on the smooth current.  Finally, after being on the water for 10 minutes, a young female Blacktiger picked it up.  She was playing in the stream with her timmun near the Blackland camp.  She looks nice enough, thought the cub (you know, the one that had been following her brother through the river,) for a Blacklander.  She should make an okay mother… but then my brother will turn bad and kill us all!!  The cub then started to step out of her hiding place, and then stopped.  A voice spoke to her through the wind.  Leave him with her.  It was meant to be…”  The cub looked up to see who had spoken, but the Blackland mother was too busy cooing over the newborn timmun to see the cub.  Besides, the voice had been that of a males’.  It was deep, and sweet.  Then the cub felt a heavy paw on her shoulder.  She whirled around, only to be gently pushed into the clearing. 

“Ahh!”  She yelped out, and turned to see who had pushed her.  There was nocat there. 

“Hey!  You, Riverland child!  What is your name!  Oh, don’t shake, please don’t shake.  I don’t plan on doing anything to hurt you.  I am Thornwater,” The Blackland mother had heard the yelp.  “I am too young to take on another cub, as I barely have enough milk for this one.  Can you bring me to another Riverland mother to take care of him… ummm…? I do believe you still haven’t told me your name.  Speak up!”

“I-I’m W-Waterlily, and that is my b-brother,” the cub stammered.

“Perfect!  You will be wonderfully capable of finding me the perfect nurse for this timmun, then.  Although as soon as he can eat meat, I will have him back.  Now go, find me some cat.  Don’t just sit there stammering!  Go!  And be sure you come back with somecat by your side!”  So back down the river Waterlily ran.  She ran as fast as she could, knowing the perfect nurse for her brother.

      “Mother!  M-mother!  Come h-here!  I have some… good news f-for you!”  As Waterlily got closer to her mother, she called out to her breathlessly. 

“Waterlily?  What is it?”  She heard her mother call back, and ran towards her sweet voice.  “Mother!  A Blacklan-” “A Blacklander!  Oh, no!  Where is he?  Lead me to him!  He’ll kill my child!”  Her mother interrupted tearfully.  “No, mother!  Let me finish!”  Waterlily took a deep breath.  “He has been picked up by a Blackland mother, and is currently in pretty good paws.  She had a timmun with her, and-”  “She had another timmun with her!?  Perfect!  What was her name?”  Waterlily’s mother interrupted again.  Waterlily’s twin brother slapped a paw on his head and rolled his eyes.  “I was getting there. Her name was Thornwater.”  Waterlily’s mother sighed with relief.  “Good!  Then he will be safe.”

“Mother?  How do you know?  Why did you do this?”  Waterlily had opened her mouth to speak again, but then her brother asked his question.  Waterlily frowned.  “Well, I do suppose I should tell you.  A few days ago I had this dream, and-”  “Mother!  I wasn’t finished!  I need to tell you something else!  Thornwater told me to find a nurse to take care of the timmun, because she already has one and won’t be able to feed the other one,” Waterlily interrupted before her mother got talking again.  “Oh, ok.  Then go and find one!  I’m busy telling Twigtail about my dream,” her mother responded.  “But I already found one!”  Waterlily continued.  “You.”

The End

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