It was a particularly cold day. A she-cat shivered. She felt suffocated by the air. She could see her breath as it left her mouth. The sky was colorless unlike any other day. The she-cat watch helplessly as one of her kits wandered into the middle of the road. A car was swiftly impending,
"Aspen!" She shouted. The kit wandered around, blind with panic,
"Mama?" The kit called. The car was closer. The she-cat could smell it's awful stench. The car passed quickly, leaving no sign that it had been there except for the horrible smell and the small lifeless, broken body on the ground.
"ASPEN!" The she-cat yelled louder than she ever had before.
The cat awoke with a start. The vividness of her dream faded. Her gray fur bristled. She licked her chest in attempt to get her fur to lie flat. 'It was only a dream.' She let out a sigh of relief. Her gaze wandered down ward. She saw two of her kits curled up against her stomach. She looked up and saw the gray and white kitten, The one that she had dreamed about. She extended her neck and grabbed the kitten by it's scruff. The kit mewed angrily in protest of being woken up. She then set the kitten next to it's siblings.
"Shh little one. Go to sleep." She whispered to the small kit. The kitten, Aspen, fell asleep within minutes. The she-cat felt comforted as she listened to the kitten's breathing. She laid her head down.
Is it possible that my kits could suffer the same fate as their father? They aren't safe here. There are too many dangers.
The she-cat sighed.
Then Tomorrow…. I'll bring them to Badgerpelt.