((Will upload allegiances soon! This is a story where, if you like, you can either leave in the review or PM me a character you want to add! Just make sure to give me name, rank, age, minor personality and, though optional, history is appreciated! Please R&R!))
Prologue
"How is this possible?!" Ripscar spat, his scarred fur bristling with rage. "We are of death! We live no longer!"
Brightsky glared at her former mate, her light gray-blue eyes full of hate. "I don't care how it happened Ripscar but I am expecting your kits!" she spat, her fur bristling, "You must learn to live with the fact that all those times you used me as punishment would eventually cause something to happen!"
"Yes, but kits?!" The Dark Forest tom snarled the word like it was a nasty disease instead of his future children. "It's impossible! We're dead!"
"Evidently it's not impossible, isn't it! I'm proof of that much at the very least!" Brightsky snapped, "I don't know what will happen with the scraps of fur and frankly, I don't care! It's not like I ever wanted to have kits!"
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Brightsky leaped for Ripscar, ready to practice a battle move when she keeled over, letting out a grunt of pain as her belly began shuddering.
"Fox-dung kits!" she spat through her pain, letting out a yowl of agony.
Ripscar watched his mate uncaringly as she labored in pain, writhing and whimpering, yowling and snarling.
Finally, a small kit slithered to the oily black ground. Ripscar stooped to examine it and noted uncaringly that it was a she-cat.
He glanced back at Brightsky but she was lying still, her eyes glazed over. She was surrounded by a pool of blood, her second death caused by giving birth to her tiny daughter.
"Weakling." Ripscar muttered as his mate began to fade, turning back to his daughter to see that, she too, was slowly fading. "No!" he snarled, annoyed as his mate and daughter disappeared into nothingness. "This isn't fair!"
But the kit wasn't dead.
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Ridgepath, Acornpatch and Buzzyowl were on moonhigh patrol when a soft mewling sound reached their ears.
"What's that?" Acornpatch asked, looking confused as she padded towards the sound.
Ridgepath shrugged, "Beats me."
Soon they reached a small clearing were surprised to find a kit of all things.
"What's she doing here?" Buzzyowl asked, regarding the kit curiously.
Ridgepath cocked his head, moving closer as he meowed, "She's a newborn. Not even a sunrise old. Strange. How'd she get here?"
"I don't know but I do know that if we don't get her to Brokenwing quickly she won't last long." Acornpatch mewed, picking up the tiny scrap of fur in her jaws gently. "What do you reckon her name is?"
"I don't think she has a name. She looks abandoned." Ridgepath meowed.
"We should name her than." Acornpatch decided.
"Oh, how about... um... Lostkit?!" Buzzyowl meowed excitedly, "Because she was lost when we found her!"
Ridgepath rolled his eyes, "Next you'll be wanting to name her Foundkit!" he teased, prodding his friend's shoulder playfully.
"How'd you guess?" Buzzyowl laughed, pushing his friend back.
Acornpatch rolled her eyes, "Guys, focus!" she meowed, voice tinged with annoyance, "How about... Tanglekit."
"Why Tanglekit?" Buzzyowl asked, looking rather sulkish that nobody agreed with his idea.
"I'm not sure." Acornpatch mewed thoughtfully, "It just seems... right somehow."
"Okay, sounds good to me." Ridgepath meowed with a shrug, "Now let's get her back to camp before she freezes to death."
"What she-cat leaves their newborn kit out in the cold to die?" Acornpatch mewed as they padded back towards the camp.
Buzzyowl shrugged, a sad look on his face as he replied, "Maybe she didn't have a choice."
Ridgepath nodded slightly, "Sometimes life works that way. The ones who need life easy get it the roughest."
Oh, how true that was.