The three young kits stumbled around the nursery, crying for their mother. A single cat was all they needed... For the moment. Several large toms slipped down the gorge and into the nursery, looking for the kits so desperately calling for their mother. One of them, a pure black tom with bright green eyes, picked up the smallest of the three.
"Greeneyes, why are you taking her? She's useless. She'll slow us down!" a different tom, a brown and gray tabby, asked.
Greeneyes simply gestured for the other two to pick up the remaining kits. When he was sure that his companions would not leave the kits, he padded back up the gorge. The other toms had no time to see the sorrow and compassion in his eyes before he slipped into the dark, disappearing from view.
