Prologue

Under the dim light of a street light, a slender she-cat hobbled along. Her paws dragged across the cold, hard, concrete. Her pure black fur blended in with the never ending darkness. A definite bulge was visible along her stomach. The she-cat collapsed against a russet colored brick wall. Her pelt barely visible in the dappled darkness. Her pelt was dappled with sheen of sweat. Large pains grappled at her stomach, the moistened air her only comfort as she entered labor. The she-cat heaved with effort as she began to force the kits out, horrid memories flooding back to her with each breath.

With insane effort the she-cat pushed out a large black tom. Her instincts propelled her to nip the kits sac, as she did so the kit breathed in polluted air. She didn't have much time to admire the muscular tom she gave birth to. Seconds after another painful wave crashed upon her, and she was forced to begin the same process. The second kit took her longer, her body weakening with each contraction. She nipped the second kits pouch and examined it. The tom was leaner then his brother. His pure white fur standing out among the darkness. She collected the two kits towards her belly, where they latched on with greedy mouths. Unexpectedly another contraction shook her body.

'Shit!' She thought, her body feeling to exhausted to give birth to the unborn kit. She gritted her yellow-stained teeth violently. Motherly instincts pushed her along as a weaker tom slid out onto the pale concrete. Instantly the she-cat broke open his sac. The tom gasped in rapid breaths, his bones sticking out through his ragged pelt. She slid the tom over to her plump stomach, his mouth able to latch onto her nipple. She watched intently as her three tom-kits suckled. The she-cat drew in a ragged breath. Her silvery eyes shifted uneasily. She felt exposed against the crumbling brick wall with three kits greedily suckleing. She thought of moving to a more secure place, but she was simply too exhausted from birth. Instead her steel grey eyes began to drift close, the sounds of her kits just fading into non existence as she fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up to the bright light shining down on the city, the she-cat opened her silvery eyes to the completely different world. At night everything was so hollow and dark. Yet at day you could clearly see the broken buildings, the crashed monsters, and the deep cracks in the street. Everything was still as empty, or so it seemed. Any cat in this neighborhood, or city in fact, knew that illness, canines, and other felines haunted the corners. They weren't the only problems, but certainly the most common. She glanced at her swollen stomach, the three tom-kits asleep at her round belly. She examined each one more closely, a little bit indecisive on her decisions. Dark memories flooded back to her as she remembered their father.

"Hey babe" A handsome, grey tom with white splotches along his back stepped out of the hollow darkness. His amburn colored eyes blinked charmingly. She drew in a sharp gasp once she saw his gorgeous features. Her pelt stunk of her own heat, and her pelt was untidy. She probably looked so ugly compared to his flawless features. The scent certainly attracted many toms from far and wide, but she rejected their attempts. She looked at the handsome, broad shoulder tom again.

"No." She replied, regaining her strength. Seeing the toms eyes glisten with lust. The tom took a step threateningly forward, "Oh, now don't make this hard on yourself, I'll only hurt you more." All of his charm was gone, replaced by darkness and a starvation for sex. All she could remember after that was pain. Horrid pain and then darkness.

She shuddered from the memory but focused on more important matters. For now she should name the youngsters. She looked at the black tom, a perfect reflection of herself. Although was a little more muscular, and definitely larger than she was as his age.

'Throat' She decided on, suiting his violent jerks and movements. She then watched the white tom, more peaceful in his sleep but his expression was so serious, it was like he already knew the dangers of this city, even though he was not even a day old.

'Sabotage' She thought, the serious face not haunting her, but it made her slightly unsettled. Was it a sign? Was all of these kits a sign? Perhaps she should kill them, kill their innocent little minds. But it wasn't their fault. An idea grew upon her, was it her fault these kits were born? Should she have fought harder against him? Her mind reeled back to the thought of their father. No. She confirmed herself. It was his fault. The tom who raped her, who stole her virginity. It was all his fault. Violent thoughts flushed through her corrupted mind. She forced herself to calm down and push away their fathers face and features. She couldn't think of him now. She had important things to do. The she-cat looked at the final kit, the weaker tom. His patched pelt stood out among his brothers, but she was a bit uncertain of a name. Nothing seemed to fit his calm, yet moody expression.

'Tom' The name snuck up upon her. She look at all three of her kits, each one completely different from each other. She sighed in contentment. The polluted air that surrounded her didn't even bother her. All that mattered was these three kits, whom depended on her. Worry suddenly pricked at her pelt as she glanced around at the damaged surroundings. She was in a very exposed area. The she-cat stood up on unsteady, shaky, legs. She bit into the extra bit of skin on Throat's neck, instantly the tom squealed violently and jerked his legs around. She murmured comforting words to the youngster, who in turn calmed down and went limp. She examined the surroundings are noticed a dumpster in the alleyway. She padded towards it, almost tripping over several large cracks in the hard concrete. Hurriedly she leapt onto the rim of it, her tail balancing her enough to not fall over. Inside of it there was absolutely nothing, expect a few cardboard pieces and metal sheets.

'Of course, all the resources got cleared out once this started.' She thought dully and placed her tom-kit inside of the reeking dumpster. And trotted off towards her bundle of kits. She bit into Sabotage's scruff, his short fur tickling the brim of her mouth. She bounded back to the dumpster and placed him next to his brother. She made the same trip back, nipping onto Morse's scruff. She carried him back, being more cautious off the easily breakable kit. Once she had all her kits in their new home she settled down next to them and allowed them to latch onto her and suckle the little amount of milk she had left.

There was so many priorities and necessities. Stress flashed over her and the first thing that came to mind was, 'This isnt going to be a walk in the woods'

Authors note: Well heres the prologue for my new story: The Resistance. Im looking forward to this story. Im not sure whether to consider this prologue short or not, but either way it covers the basics. Dont be afraid to post character ideas in the reviews. Just make sure they have creative names. I dont want a cat named Star, or Moon. Because that in my opinion isn't creative. The forum to put in for a character is below. Further chapters will be longer. Also, warning: This story will include detailed cat sex, violence, and etc. The story is rated M.

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