Meows broke the silence of the night, its source was hidden deep in a hole, a strong odor emitting from within.
Four starving kits, only a week and a half old, hidden in the shadows of the den, meowing as loud as they possibly could, starving for their mother's milk. The poor kittens were stolen from a large clearing in the vast moors of Scotland, housing a large group of cats, who had hidden themselves from humans and other animals.
At least, that was what they wanted, for a fox had gone tearing through the clowder, leaving many injures in it's wake, the cats were helpless as it stole their kits, few chasing after it, in sheer desperation.
A overwhelming scent of blood flooded the mewling kit's nostrils, sending them into another screaming fit. Their voices were hoarse from their screams, hoping someone would feed them. It had been several hours since they had been taken, and would starve if not found soon.
"Did you hear that Hallowswoop?" A soft voice spoke above the kits, muffled by the several layers of dirt and rock hovering above their heads, silencing them momentarily.
"No, it may have been a chipmun-" A second voice cut off abruptly. "There it is! Quick!" The kits heard a scuffling above them, and a sound coming to their right.
They started to quiet, from fear and weakness. A heavy breathing came from beside them, and one kit cried out in alarm, sending the others into a fit once more.
"I've found them! Keep the fox out!" Bellowed a large shadow from beside the kits, taking the faint outline of a large cat . A muffled cry came from above them, and a quiet crunch came from farther in the den, but the kits calmed quickly when a familiar smell filled their noses, and a warmth circled them.
The kits started to crawl closer to the warmth, but quickly found there was no milk, and began to cry out again. A loud crash came from above, with the sound of loud thumps fading quickly away.
Another scent filled the den, and the voice from earlier cried out. "Oh the poor things, we need to get them to Heatherbloom fast, are the pups taken care of?" A faint rustle, and one kit cried out abruptly, startled by his scruff being yanked upwards by sharp teeth. "In the corner there, I'll take the smaller ones, they need some food fast." The original voice mewed, giving the young cats some consolation.
The other kits quickly cried out as well, the same treatment given to them. A cool breeze kissed their faces, a brief comfort from the stifling heat of the den.
Their bellies brushed against the ground, sweeping up stray pieces of dirt and debris. The kittens said nothing as twigs snagged at their pelts, pulling soft tufts from their skin. They were too exhausted and weak to move.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, one kit barely realized it was being taken through a forest, that seemed to go on forever.
Then a vast field, filled with wilting wildflowers, and dry grass.
Then a warmth swept up from somewhere beneath it, enveloping it with a tangy scent, a faint bitterness tainted the air, making the kit crinkle it's nose feebly.
But now it was in a den, a den that had a familiar scent to it, making the kits' stomach's rumble.
Milk.
A warm nose glossed over the kit,, sniffling all over it's body before being wrapped in a soft feeling, as if it was bound by something.
The kit let out a low meow of happiness, before falling asleep.
617 words baby! Second edit I've done on this, because I wasn't happy with the one before. My laptop is broken, so I'm using my mom's computer. SO my half written chapter is stuck on their, so I'm going to edit up to that point, and see how we'll do!
Thanks for reading the re-edited version!
Bye!
o/ *Waves*