So this is...basically a bunch of one-shots that I came up with, based off of my characters from Elf and Sliver. I thought about doing this a while ago, back when I started Elf. But I was too lazy, and already working on like, five different stories. This will probably become a once a week update thing, even though finals are over.

Nyra and Bracken

My name is Nyra. I am a rogue, who fled from a terrible fire that destroyed my old home. I have a tortoiseshell-and-white pelt, dappled with black spots and red streaks running down my face. I have very fine fur, long ans silky smooth. I have sharp amber eyes, that gleam when I am angry.

My kits are called Elf, Dustyhead, and Tilt. Dustyhead is a gray tom with a brown head. Tilt was named for his long ears that tilt when ever he is sad. Elf, she was named for her tiny size. We had learned about certain Nofur terms, and elf was a creature that was tiny and lived in the forest.

Somehow, we had known that Elf would grow up to be special. She was different from her siblings. She didn't play like they did. She often wandered from the den to search for herbs. I was worried about her, but...I knew she could take care of herself. Bracken would give his life to her if he could. He loves her like she was his sibling.

Bracken is a dark ginger tom, with large white paws and amber eyes like mine. The only different is that he is much more gentle with the kits, and is much like a kit himself. I chose him because of this. He is brave and fierce when he has to be, while he can treat our kits as though they were the most precious object in the world.

"Nyra, did you scent the rogues yesterday?" Bracken's question made me look up.

I had scented the rogues. They were coming closer and closer to our den. The kits didn't know the dangers they presented. Rogues were dangerous, and unpredictable. Even a mother rogue would kill our kits if she thought it would help them survive.

"Should I send a warning to them?" Bracken asked when I didn't respond.

It would have been so much more simple. But something told me they weren't here for prey. They had noticed our kits. Those rogues wanted more kits and other cats to join them, so they could take over and form one super group. It was a foolish plan, and I knew that it would not work. One day another group of cats would rise to stop them, if not to free themselves from the tyranny.

I blinked when Bracken lashed his tail once more. He didn't look furious, like I expected, only concerned. He wanted to protect us, protect our right to live in this forest. But even I knew that it was dangerous to place his life on the line.

"Why don't we leave?" I suggested while wrapping my tail around Tilt and Dustyhead. It looked as though Elf had wandered off again. I could only hope that she was still safe and alive.

"Leave?" Bracken echoed. Then he shook his head, suddenly realizing what I meant. "But what about Elf? She won't know what the new territory is like, and she could be killed."

"She has you to look after," I replied calmly. "You are her guidance in the forest; a light. Elf knows where to find you, no matter what."

Bracken flattened his ears in embarrassment. But his eyes were gleaming like stars. I let out a purr, before turning to the entrance of our den. Leaves had begun to rustle, as though a storm was picking up.

Suddenly, a pair of dark blue eyes gleamed from the shadows. Dustyhead let out a squeal of horror as Elf stumbled into the den. She landed beside Tilt, who gave her a quick cuff around the ears. I couldn't help but watch them. My eyes were glowing with amusement.

"We can leave tomorrow," I meowed as Bracken settled down beside me. He grumbled in agreement, but said nothing as sleep quickly overtook him. Elf settled in beside her brothers, and soon followed suit. My eyes became heavy, but I wanted to make sure that no rogue entered our den. Not unless they were family.

....

A sudden snarl made me open my eyes. I had dreamed of a field, where mice were plentiful and my mother was crooning me with soft, gentle words. I knew that eventually I would wake up, but I hadn't expected to wake up this way.

I stared into the entrance, and there was a loud commotion. My eyes widened in horror when I realized that it was the rogues. I lashed my tail across Bracken's shoulder to wake him up. He was still moaning in his sleep, as though he was having a nightmare. Bracken opened his eyes when he finally realized what was happening.

He followed my stare, and his eyes widened in horror as well. There were shadows now, at the entrance. The rogues had found our den.

"We know you're in there," snarled a tom. "Bring us your kits, and you will live."

My lips drew back in a furious hiss. We would never give up our kits! I exchanged a look with Bracken, and his expression was anything but excited.

This was one battle he couldn't afford to lose. We would have to rely on each others wits, in order to survive.

I scrambled to my paws, but Bracken stopped me. His gaze was full of concern as he looked at me.

"You must hide the kits," he ordered. My eyes widened, but he didn't let me speak. "If they are injured, I will never forgive myself. I have worked on an escape route, just in case something like this were to happen. It's near the back of the den. That's how Elf is able to return without us realizing."

My eyes were wide as he began to make his way towards the entrance. The snarls were becoming louder, as if they anticipated the death that was fast approaching. I flattened my ears and began to herd our kits towards the back, where Bracken had pointed out the escape tunnel.

Elf was already digging at the ground, pawing until the dust cleared away. I stared at the tunnel in surprise. It was wide enough for all of us to fit through, but only one at a time. The walls felt safe, but they pressed against my fur as I shoved my way through.

We had made it halfway through the tunnel when we heard a vicious snarl rip through the air above us. My heart plummeted when I heard Bracken's furious screech of pain. I had to focus on the kits, in order to avoid any grief that might consume my heart.

Soon we reached the other entrance. It was covered in leaves, and I frantically pushed my way through. I was starting to panic. Elf's shrill mewls and her brother's desperate pleas were enough to make me stop and look at them.

They were pitiful looking. Dust covered their heads - though it suited Dustyhead - Tilt's eyes were half closed from the clots of dirt that had fallen, and Elf's fur was covered.

Finally, I had made a wide enough exit for us to escape. The yowls and hisses were becoming louder, and I realized that they were searching for us. Elf's eyes were wide with terror, while Tilt and Dustyhead just shivered.

When we were out in the forest, I made a note to hide the kits, until I knew it was safe. The scent of Bracken filled the air, and to my horror, blood.

I looked around, desperately hoping that the blood belonged to a rogue. But when I found his body, covered in stains and claw marks, I knew that he had been murdered ruthlessly by the rogues. Bracken and I, were no longer together. At least, not until the day I died.

Eh, a cheesy ending. But, it was to the point, and that was what I wanted. Anyways, this will probably be updated twice today, depending on how bored I am.