The Forbidden Son
Chapter One: Lost
Where am I? The little kitten thought. Who am I? Who are my parents? Who am I?
The little orange and amber kitten, with the white under-belly was picked up by his scruff and carried away. A large flame-colored tom, with a white under-belly and a large mane was carrying the poor kitten by the scruff. The little kitten yowled loudly. He was crying out.
"Hush now Ember," the tom said. "Listen to your father and hush. Your mother isn't here."
Father? Ember thought. Mother? Ember yowled again.
"Father?" Ember said. The word felt like honey on his lips.
"Yes, your father," the tom said again. Ember scrambled trying to turn around. He couldn't. He was held too tightly. He only caught a glance of a large, donned mane, but that was it…
The large tom then crossed the train tracks. He picked up his pace considerably and darted. He soon would be rid of this burden most cats enjoy. He couldn't keep this lump of fur. He was too sweet. Not a cat like him. He was loner, a rough-it cat.
The junkyard was in sight! Almost there… No! The train was coming! The tom was forced to halt! He couldn't make it!
He saw the sun, almost up. Without a spare thought, he through the poor kitten across the tracks. Ember screeched at the top his tiny lungs. He landed with a thud in the junkyard. Ember was still.
One of those bloody Jellicles will have heard that, the flame-colored tom thought angrily. Thank god that sniveling kit is gone. He was burden. He was only a second mouth to feed.
The large tom walked away. He seemed to be happy. But on the inside he was hurting. He might've killed Ember. No, the tom thought. I must crush these feelings. They're a weakness! Love is a weakness.
"I am Macavity," the tom said, as if he was trying to reassure himself. "I love no one, not even kin."
In the junkyard, a horde cats appeared from the shadows. At the rising sun, they stared at the poor, abandoned kit. He seemed to glow like fire in sun. An elegant, graceful, pure white she-cat came forward and sniffed him.
"Well Victoria? Is he alive?" asked a black and white, tiger stripped cat.
"I believe so Munkustrap," Victoria responded.
"What will we do with him?" asked a tuxedo cat.
"Is anyone willing to take him?" asked Munkustrap.
Victoria looked pleadingly at the tuxedo cat.
"Please?" she asked.
"Oh no! Victoria we can't! We have our own kits!"
"Mistoffelees, please? This poor kit can't be much older than Whiteface, Angelorom and Bartholomew."
"But we can't! You shouldn't exert yourself!"
"I smell Macavity…" said a black and gold she-cat. "He was here…"
"What did you say Demeter?" asked an amber tom. "Macavity?"
The she cat Demeter sniffed the kitten that lay on the ground. "He was here, with this little kit…"
"Do you think this is his kit Skimbleshanks?" asked Mistoffelees.
"Maybe," said Demeter. She had regained herself. She always went limp when Macavity is mentioned.
"So, is he welcome?" asks Munkustrap.
Cliffhanger! Please review! This is my first story! I welcome all reviews, even criticism! Please review! Chapter 2 will be coming soon!