A Cursed Kit
Prologue
She padded to her mate, a squirming kit clasped in her jaws. She sadly sat down and set the kit down between her and her mate.
Her tail curled around her paws as she sadly mewed, "The only kit in our litter," looking at the small, mewling kit between them. She had given birth to three kits, but two of them died. Secretly she had buried the two still-born kits before taking the live one to live with its father. Sympathetically, the tom rubbed his muzzle against hers.
If only you knew, you'd hate me, she thought, remembering her other kits playing happily back in her Clan. Her mate gently picked up the kit. He blinked twice, before padding away from the lake, toward the warm bed that awaited him. Sadly, she blinked back and scrambled up the hill to go back to her Clan. Hopefully they wouldn't notice her absence, since it was moon high.
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The dark gray, almost black, tom padded sleepily into his den, after talking to the queens. A gray she-cat, the deputy, padded into the den after him. "Is there anything I ought to know about?" she softly asked. The tom shook his head. He didn't need his deputy finding out about his mate.
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Once she got back to her den, she noticed a dark ginger she-cat waiting for her. "So, no more unexpected kits for our Clan, huh? He took it, right?" the ginger she-cat said, padding up to her. The other she-cat nodded. They had discussed it, and their plan had been a success, so far. Now, only time could tell how well their plan really did work.
Authors Note: Sorry for the short chapter people. I'm brain dead, and anything more would've given away exactly who the cats were. Though you can guess who the tom is. XD So yeah, R&R please! Make me feel special!