User blog:Ladyamber88/Kristy Streambattle

Kristy Streambattle, daughter of Luzan and Miresha, the chieftains of the holt, watched as her clan was mercilessly slain. She ducked behind the rock as an arrow came hurling at her. She saw her mother, still holding her lance and battling bravely as the vermin came at her. After every otter from the clan was slain, the vermin traveled north.

Kristy waited for an hour before venturing out to check if any of the otters were still alive. All of them were dead. Kristy found her mother's lance and her father's two blades. She picked them up. She was weeping. Her eyes blazed as tears fell from them. One word was on her mind right now...Revenge. Revenge!

Kristy carefully buried every otter. She found a bag, and loaded it with what food and supplies were left. She walked north, after the vermin, with the word still in her mind. Revenge!