Cold

by Fluffy Cake

Jingo was the leader of a scraggly group of cats. She lived in an old twolegs den and everytime she stepped outside, dogs were biting to kill her and her family. And she just couldn't stop them.

I can't think because it is pure instinct that is driving me. The dogs pursue us, snapping their jaws at my heels as I flee. The screechs of my cats surround me, and I finally skid into the old Twoleg nest we live in. The barking from outside quiets as my cats leap in behind. All but one.

I am not what the cat named Brambleclaw called me. I am not Jingostar. I am simply Jingo. I fight to keep us alive because nobody else will. I know that Clan leaders do not get to safety first. They stand out there and fight, but I can't do that.

I'm not a clan leader. I'm not even a clan cat. I am a rogue who is trying to keep her friends alive, but I fail at even that. Every day, one of my family is brutally killed.

A frigid breeze blows in through the many cracks of our "home" and it is so cold. Just like the bodies of my closest friends.

I know this is short, but I just HAD to write something about Jingo. She is possibly one of the most neglected cat in the Warriors fandom. (Lies.) (There are many neglected cats.)