My Fourth not finished story for literacy prog.

The bushes swayed as the gentle wind approached the forest. A faint sound of guns in the distance fired through the night sky. A little head peeped out from behind a fern bush and looked around. The creature’s ears twitched nervously and its little nose touched the cold breeze. The animal’s fur shone like silver, bright stars, dancing in the night sky. She was startled from all of the guns in the far distance, the beautiful creature was a cat, not a house cat, but a wild she-cat. Her life was about to get worse if she did not find another forest to live in. World War 1 had started about a moon ago, and the cat’s kin was scared just like her. Not only this silver cat lived in the forest but a bunch of other cats lurked through this abandoned part of New Zealand. She ran back into the deepest part of the forest. Her fur muttered while the force of the wind blew in her face. Then finally she came to a stop next to a enormous tree, that had a small hole in it just the right size for a cat to fit into. The silver she-cat squeezed through the tiny hole. Her sleek, thin body shivered at the sight of blood and fur on the forest floor. “Finally you have arrived Silverleaf, our tree has been attacked by wild dogs.” A dark, grey tabby licked the silver cat’s ear with his rough, sandpaper tongue. “How did the dogs get into the tree?” Silverleaf asked. “We don’t know. And we don’t really know if they were wild dogs too.” The dark, grey tabby replied. “Treeclaw, I think I might know what these dogs are and where they came from,” Silverleaf looked deeply into Treeclaw’s dark, brown eyes,”these dogs are the dogs from war.” Silverleaf finished. “Really? Could it be?” Treeclaw replied. “Yes well it could be, I think. So we need to move to a new forest.” Silverleaf shivered. “You might need to talk to Applepelt about that.” Treeclaw replied then walked away before Silverleaf could protest. Silverleaf looked around at the clearing. A lot of cats walked helplessly around. Silverleaf’s only option was to go see Applepelt. She dragged her paws along the hard ground to show a sign of tiredness. “Why hello there Silverleaf, you look exhausted. Where have you been?” Applepelt calmly said to Silverleaf. “Oh, well this was what I wanted to talk to you about. I was outside of the tree and I heard guns in the distance. And Treeclaw told me that dogs had attacked the cats, is that true?” Silverleaf felt bad for not being in the tree when the attack happened. “Yes that is true. And I know what the dogs were and where they came from Silverleaf.” Applepelt looked down at her shuffling paws. “I do too, they came from the human’s war they have created.” Silverleaf said. But before Applepelt could reply, a loud roaring noise of guns flooded the camp. A bullet came flashing into the tree camp and the sound of cats howling alerted the humans. “This way! Over here!” Silverleaf heard a loud human yell to some other humans.