A light yellow tom stands over his mate eyes filled with cold content. He nudged her body and the dying she-cat kicked out her legs choking on blood from her neck wound. He sat still as he watched her beautiful green eyes go dark forever.
"Hmh."
The tom growled. He looked down at the forest floor to see three she-kits, his daughter, already dead. He had killed each and every one of them. His mouse-brain of a mate had given him three daughters. THREE! All he had wanted was a son, with a sigh he glares at the small tom held between his claws. He was debating weather to kill it or not. It was a tom-kit but he was so weak! A runt of the litter. As he was debating he heard the running paw-steps of his clanmates. They had probably smelled the blood and came to see what had happened. He dropped the tom-kit and turned around forcing himself to shiver and shake as if grieving.
"Starclan no!"
He yowled throwing himself at his mates dead body. He smelled the scent of his leader wash over him before finding her breath on his cheek.
"What has happened here Sunpelt?"
The glossy red leader asks gently.
"T-the f-fox!"
Sunpelt hissed.
"I-I- It came from nowhere and killed Birdstorm, Yellowkit, Icykit, and Rainkit!"
Sunpelt buried his face into his dead mate's fur to hide the smirk on his muzzle.
"Where is Gentlekit then?"
The leader asks sharply. Sunpelt looks up and flicks his tail to the scrap of fur near his paws.
"H-he's right there."
Sunpelt meowed.
"B-but his names not Gentlekit anymore Mousestar."
Mousestar eyes were glittering with grief when she looked up.
"What do you mean?"
Sunpelt's shoulder's sagged
"With Birdstorm's dying breath she asked me to name him Rottedkit."
He meowed.
He's rotted with his mother's weakness.
He gazed at Mousestar while she was looking at the newly named kit.
Now there's a she-cat would would give him strong powerful sons!
"If that is what my sister wanted so be it."
Mousestar meowed gruffly. She picked her sister, Birdstorm, up and lifted her on her shoulders. When the other cats in the patrol offered to him Mousestar just shook her head. Sunpelt stood up and swayed back and forth as if pain was crushing him. He picked up the newly named Rottedkit and held him close to him as if he was the only thing he had left in the world.
"You better not remember this."
He growled softly only for Rottedkit's ears. The small kit whimpered and shook its head as if saying he wouldn't. Sunpelt let out a little huff before racing back to the camp with Rottedkit in his jaws.
