Evangeline padded out of her housefolk's den and into their garden. She was about to go back inside after making dirt before she heard a cat on the other side of the fence. She recognized his scent immediately. She called his name, and he bounced up onto the fence. Striker, the tom, had dark red fur that matched Evangeline's white fur perfectly. He jumped down and landed in front of her. She gave a smile and purred as he ran his nose along her jaw and licked her ear to greet her, his mate. "You smell different" he said, looking confused. She gave a small smile. "I have something for you." she said, before turning and walking back into the nest. He sat down on his haunches and curled his tail over his paws to wait, all the while flicking his ear impatiently. She padded out a couple heartbeats later with a small russet and white she-kit in her mouth. "She is yours." she said as she placed the kit in front of him. "Take her and go. You mean nothing to me. You never have, never will. This kit is a mistake. Kill her, abandon her, do as you wish." The she-cat said with a smirk. The shock and hurt on Striker's face was perfect. "Wh-what? I don't understand! How could you do this!? I thought you loved me! I love you!" he said, his anger, confusion and hurt resonating in his voice. Evangeline ran her tail along his spine. "Darling, I don't care for anyone but myself... and perhaps my housefolk. Couldn't you tell? this was all just a game to me" she said, still smirking. The kit let out a mew and her face turned cold and hard and mean, erasing any resemblance to the Evangeline Striker had fallen in love with. "Take your daughter and go." she said, snarling, before turning and walking back into her nest. Striker watched her go and blinked away tears. He picked up the kit and jumped back over the fence, before padding away into the forest