Prologue
On a slightly breezy green-leaf afternoon, the harshness of life became known to one dark, lithe, and beautiful she-cat. Her name was Night and she was about to have her third litter of kits. Over the past seasons, every litter that she bore died. Every, single kit. They were whisked away from her through green cough, foxes, badgers, and the like. This time, Night decided to have her kits in a small cave and lived in it for five moons before bearing her kits. Now, it was finally time.
One by one, they slid out into the world. Night wrapped her tail around them, letting them suckle. Warm milk-scent filled the small cave and Night sighed in happiness. Her world seemed full and perfect again.
One Moon Later
Night laughed as Frost, Jay, and Feather held a contest to decide who would be the best badger. "I could definitely be the scariest! I could chase away a storm of birds!" Jay fluffed up his soft gray fur and focused his ocean blue eyes on Feather. "Haha!" Feather laughed, "It's a not a herd of birds; it's a flock!" Her light ginger and white patched pelt glowed in the sunlight and her soft blue eyes glittered warmly. Jay frowned as Frost reenacted his enlightening fiasco. Frost twitched her whiskers and fluffed up her white (such a pale gray basically white) pelt and growled. Her blue eyes glittered with mischief as she bunched up her muscles and sprang towards Jay.
"Mommy, what's Frost doing?" Night glanced down as the youngest of her kits spoke up. Usually, Willow was soft spoken and never said much. She had just opened up her eyes two days ago. Night was surprised when she saw the color of her eyes. Willow had forest green eyes. There was nothing unusual about them. It was the simple fact that Night and her mate both had blue eyes. She's different, and I like it, Night thought.
As it got late, Willow asked to get out of the nest and Night moved to let her out. Willow stood and her legs wobbled a bit, but she stood tall and half flopped, half walked out of the nest. "Willow's up!" Frost yowled in happiness as soon as she saw her younger sister. "So good to see you!" Feather said. "Want to play with us?" Jay added. Willow looked uncertain, but nodded. "What are you playing?" she asked, and Night smiled. They are going to turn into great cats. Jay jumped up, excited to show Willow what was happening.
As the sun sank low, the kits grew tired of playing their game and returned to the nest for milk. Everything had seemed perfect in that moment, but it was only hanging from a thread; or rather, simply balanced on a skipping stone.
Thanks for reading! This is my first story ever! I know it was short, but I'm having problems with my computer and had to type the whole thing off of my school computer. It wouldn't send through email): Anyway, more chapters are coming! Review please!