Wrong Note in the Perfect Song


The tom had night black fur and sparkling blue eyes. The she-cat was a creamy tabby, her eyes a bright amber. He was arrogant and cocky. She was regal and loyal. She-cats flocked to him like seagulls while toms would try anything to make her fall in love with them. He'd broken countless hearts before, she was afraid to have her's broken.

So why, when their tail were intertwined, didn't either of them pull away?


She was in love.

She knew she'd have to tell him.


He was in lust.

So when she told him, he said the feelings were returned.

In reality, they weren't.


She had grown heavier. To most it appeared that she had just eaten more prey than usual. It was a bountiful green-leaf after all. But she knew what was happening.

She had kits.

Her kits.

His kits.

She was ecstatic.


When she found him, her jaw dropped.

He was in the forest, sitting comfortably in a nest made of moss.

Across from him lay another she-cat.

In that instant her heart shattered.


She was carrying his kits.

He didn't care.

He ignored her.

He told her it was a mistake.

Their love was just a mistake.


But her kits?

They weren't a mistake.

No, they were perfect.

They were hers, and she would always love them.

He may be gone, but she'll be fine.

Her heart may have shattered, but every moment with her kits started to piece it back together.


They were the perfect song,

But all along, that wasn't what it was about.

So now it's time to stop signing,

and shout.