BARETAIL AND BALDPELT'S STORY
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In a dark alley, a lone sphinx cat was nervously standing over her little of three. Her large ears pricked. She could hear the paw steps.
"Connie, Jasper, Eric," she whispered to her kittens, their eyes round with worry.
"Mommy, what is going to happen?" asked a pale skinned tom kit with a black skinned tail.
"The mother cat swished her ratty tail.
"Eric, take you, Connie, and Jasper far away from here. Now," she hissed quickly. The kittens started to hop away from their nest near the Two-Leg trash.
"No," argued a small black skinned she-kit, "I am staying here with you, Yiye!"
Yiye, the mother cat, let her kit stay with her, looking at the two others, Eric and Connie.
A loud yowl signaled the other cats were there. A large brown tabby tom with wall eyes stood over Yiye and Jasper. The other cat, a small and rather fat gray she-cat stood behind.
Eric and Connie were hidden in the grass, watching silently on what would happen.
"Well, look who we have here," hissed the fat she-cat, who was pretty young,
"The ugliest of the bunch."
"Well Venom, it is nice to see you too," hissed Yiye, trying her best to stay calm.
Venom nodded to the wall eyed tabby.
"Get her and the kit, Mace," meowed Venom.
Mace didn't hesitate to strike, using a well prepared move, he put his paw under both Jasper and Yiye, trapping them. He then used his other paw to slice their sensitive skin. Jasper died easily. Eric and his sister Connie stood in shock.
Mace clawed Yiye repeatedly, starting with her eyes, to her chest, to her stomach. Eric and Connie turned and ran, not caring to look across the Thunderpath, just wanting to get away.
The two rat looking felines ran across a large Thunderpath, and past an abandoned Two-Leg dig.
The two didn't stop until they arrived in a dark forest of pine trees, panting rapidly.
"Do you think we lost them?" asked Eric, coming to stand near his younger sister.
Connie's eyes were wide with fear. She looked up at Eric.
"What's going to happen to us?" Connie asked, trembling, "mom and Jasper were killed."
Eric sighed. He didn't know what to do. He and his sister were only three moons old.
We have to find somewhere for shelter, he thought, going into the forest, looking at Connie to signal to follow him, and stay as far away as possible from those two cats.
Eric and Connie padded through the forest. The ground was a bit damp and marshy, but they didn't mind. It was certainly better than the hard rocks in the alley. Eric looked around, trying to see how far he could look before a pine tree got in the way. Connie was looking amazed a frog hopping by.
"Hey!" hissed a voice. Eric and Connie's hairs on their back rose in fear. Before them stood four cats, one black, one gray, one ginger, and a smaller one that was black and white.
"What are those ugly things?" hissed the small black and white cat, who was a tom. The ginger cat glared at him.
"Whatever they are, they are intruding," the ginger cat meowed," we must take them to Sedgestar."
The black and white cat snorted. "As if Sedgestar would want those ratty things in the camp."
"Smokepaw," meowed the black cat in a deep voice. "They are obviously kits, don't be hard on them."
The gray tom was older than the others, and seemed to know that Eric and Connie were cats.
"Can you help us?" meowed Eric, "our mother and our other sister were killed; we need some assistance."
Smokepaw rolled his eyes. "Flowertail,"he meowed to the ginger she-cat," do we have to take them in?"
Flowertail glared at Smokepaw, then turned to Eric and Connie.
"Follow us," she meowed, and went deeper into the forest. The other cats followed.
Eric and Connie looked at each other, then went along.
This would likely be their new home.