Red Twilight

by Echopool11

A young kit is born to a rouge named Night.She is young and the world holds many dangers, but she is strong and determined to face them all.The one danger she is not expecting, however, is her own father.He kidnaps her from the life of a rouge and forces her to become a clan cat.Little does he know, the kit has been raised to be savage, and there is much in store for her destiny.

1. Prolouge: Night's Escape

Red Twilight

Prologue

"Night? Night!" A dark tom crashed through the undergrowth yelling out the name. "Night! Where are you?"

A black she-cat hissed in irritation. She twenty tail-lengths away from the yowling tom, and was doing her best not to be noticed. She ducked behind a tree, wrinkling her nose at the stench of the vine-covered dead forest.

It had flooded many seasons back and all the trees had died, but thorns and other undergrowth had grown back quickly. The trees were all white and dead and their limbs were falling off. The forest groaned and creaked, as if it was still dying, and it stunk of decay. Every few seconds there was the sound of a dead, rotten branch falling to the ground with a thunk. The black dappled she-cat was darting from prickly bush to dark shadow to slimy ditch, staying out of sight in this dark forest.

She hissed again and almost fell over, digging her claws into the slimy soil as pain streaked through her stomach and body. Her kits were coming soon and she had to get away from the tom. Her mate. If he caught her, he'd take away her kits and she couldn't let that happen. She tried not to groan and shut her eyes tightly against the powerful ache.

"Night!" he bellowed again.

Night flattened her ears and crouched in the shadow of the dead white tree, her black dappled pelt blending easily against the dark soil. Her purple eyes flashed as the yowling grew fainter. Her mate, Blackberryfang, was heading towards the setting sun. The gloominess of the forest seemed to make everything dark. Instead of the normal array of colors usually seen in the sunset, everything was washed out and pale. The sun itself seemed to be grey.

She clenched her teeth to keep from crying out as another spasm racked her body. She crawled weakly under a half-dead thorn bush that had been strangled by the other plants around it, and after what seemed like many, agonizing hours, there were three black, squirming kits beside her. Two toms and a she-kit. She purred weakly in relief.

The black dappled she-cat sniffed them all briefly, but quickly turned her attention to the she-kit. It was sheathing and unsheathing it's claws, kneading the ground before her. The kit opened her tiny pink mouth and wailed weakly, her eyes still tightly shut. Night gazed eerily at the kit and after a quick glance around, she tested it.

Night carefully unsheathed a single claw and quickly jabbed the kit in the flank, drawing a drop of blood. In a flash, the kit had rolled and batted at her mother's paw with tiny soft claws unsheathed. Her blue eyes popped open and she glared balefully at Night.

The purple-eyed cat smiled chillingly and moved the kit closer to her stomach so it could feed. After hesitating a moment or so, the kit latched on and started to suckle. Night then turned her attentions to the two toms. They were clambering over each other and mewling profusely. Night curled her lip in disgust as she watched them.

Her eyes flashed as she picked them up, one at a time, and with a sharp jerk, broke both their necks.