The Story of Mary
A Warriors Tale
Mary, a small kitty-pet, woke up, her kits by her side. Her mate, Runt, had left her long ago for a prettier wild cat. Their owners seemed friends, but she could never be sure. She loved her kits to much to go looking for Runt. She was not around 25 moons, having her kits very young, right after she had met her first love, which was ofcourse Runt. She had 3 small kits, 3 moons ago, the day Runt left. She remembers that day so vividly...
A huge pain burst through Mary as the moon started to rise, as the sun went down. "The kits!" She exclaimed, her mates eyes widening.
"What?" Runt had yelled.
Mary gasped as suddenly a small white kit was at her brown feet.
"I-I have to go!" Runt had whispered, and she cried as she saw his shadow disappear out of her den in the house her owners lived in. Her owners were not home ever at this time of day, but they had left food out, and make a comfotable nest for her when she did give birth. After sunrises of worry for her mate, he came back. Mary had been delighted, nudging him to his kits. A tear had fell from her face as he hissed at the kits. One tear. Only one. He had turned around and explained that he was leaving her, he hated the idea of kits with her. She was so hurt she turned away. He said a half-hearted sorry and left. She had jumped up on her window sill and saw a beautiful golden she-cat waiting for Runt. Mary could tell she was wild by the ribs that were showing under her fur.
That day Mary's heart had broke. She became quite depressed, her kits mewing for her to play with them but she would not. She would just stare out into space every day and every night, until one day something happened to change her, get the fire going in her again.
Shine, her largest kit, and most daring, was on there porch, which was not new, but this time she was on the railing getting ready to jump. The other kits were cheering her on. Mary slowly went out to see what all the news was, yet she didnt really care. Then she suddenly saw her kit and realized how dumb she had been to let her kits run wild like that. She had scolded her kit, as she grabbed her off the rail as she was teetering, threaning to fall 3 stories.
After that she played close attention to her 3 kits, always making sure they were in sight. Her kits loved her back, but found her annoying. She was always sad when they asked where their father was, because she would have to lie and say he had been taken away by the house folk. They always just smile and nod and say that he probly thinks about them all the time, and go back to playing outside. Mary had never gone outside with them, afraid she will once again see that beautiful cat that had taken her mate.
A few moons after her kits were born, there was a flickering light in the basement. It was near a big house folk thing, and she quickly realized it was fire. It was late at night, and her owners had not been home for a couple of sunrises now. She watched it and warned her kits not to come down. It soon got bigger kit she had to flee her home. Her kits started to cry as she said they had to leave, it was to dangous there.
"But mom we want to stay!"
"Mom im tired lets just stay!"
"Whats the big deal mom its just fire!"
She sighed, and grabbed them. They wiggled but could not free themsleves. As she walked away one of the kits wined they had to make dirt, them all of them strted to mew the same thing. She set them down and they quickly disappeared into the large bushs. She looked back and now te fire was climbing the stairs, engulfing them. Se hld back a gasp as her kits came into veiw, and they too saw the fire. All of their eyes widened, and they began to back away, slowly. Mary licked them, and got up, her calm face suthing them.
Mary was a very calm cat, never getting freaked out, just kinda dealing with everything. She was tough and mosly hid her feelings. She made people also calm down, make horrid things seem not so bad.
The kits also got up and followed her out the gate. This, leaving her home, did not really matter to her, she had been planning on doing something like this for quite sometime.