Chapter 1
Whitefur sat at the edge of her bed, brushing her blizzard white hair thoroughly.
“Hey, Whitefur!” A high pitched voice squealed. Heartlink came barging into the room with her long, brunette hair flowing freely behind her head. She was a grey tabby shecat with a dazzling personality and deep blue eyes. Whitefur spun around, searching for whom had entered her room. She was a shefox with emerald eyes and the neatest white fur. Heartlink pounced onto Whitefur’s bed, feeling its silky, soft bedsheets. Her vague scent of the castle’s roses brought a smile the size of a cat’s paw to Whitefur’s face. Heartlink brushed her hair aside and began to speak.
“Featherlake told me you aren’t going to the Royal Gala! You’re a royal, you have to go!” Friend of Whitefur and Heartlink, Featherlake was a golden, spotted cheetah. She was forbidden to talk to Whitefur by King Stormstride as she was known to be a dangerous species. In her animal form, she usually claws her way into Whitefur’s main window and gives her news on whats happening beyond the castle walls. Whitefur sighed then shrugged.
“Sounds boring, I guess. All thats happening is my dad will start blabbering about something to do with his accomplishments and how he’s reducing our kingdoms pollution-“
“That is very important!! We could all suffer if it was too bad!’ Heartlink interrupts. Whitefur ignored her and continued brushing her hair. Silence. Awkward, quiet silence. A little while later, Whitefur’s nose twitched.
“Hmm. Flint.” She predicted.
