Shame is six clawed
Authors Note: This story is not based on fact. Cats who have more than five toes or Polydactyl cats are just as fluid and graceful as other cats and can live long full lives.
Prolouge
Grace's POV
A gold brown she-cat sat in her soft nest in her Twolegs den contentedly washing her kits and wishing the love of her life was with her and that he could see his kits.
Flint had never had a home, His mother had been a forest cat and he'd been on the streets for his whole life. Grace used to see him rummaging through her Twolegs garbage bins looking for rats.
One night her Twoleg had let her outside Flint had been sitting on the fence and she talked to him a bit, he was a lot nicer then she thought he would be, and soon Flint and Grace fell in love.
Grace tucked her head under her paws, they would have been happy together. She would have happily gone and lived on the streets with him and perhaps she would have, if Flint hadn't eaten that rat.
Grace shivered the rat had been bad but Flint hadn't known it had smelled all right… but then Flint got sick, he couldn't leave his cardboard nest and Grace hadn't known how to make him better.
A few nights later Grace had gone to check on him and he was dead. Two moons later she gave birth to his kits she had never stopped missing him and she hoped that wherever he was he knew that she loved him.
Her gaze slid to her kits, two toms and a she-kit, the she-kit was black from head to tail just like Flint and maybe when she opened her eyes they would be the brightest hue of blue, the same colour as Flints, Her name was Night.
The biggest tom was a dark almost black brown, Grace could tell from the way he pushed the other tom to the side that he was the leader of the three, his name was Ebony.
Grace curled her lip showing her teeth, the other tom was painfully small and he had six toes on his front right paw. Flint had told her about cats with more than five toes he said they tripped a lot and banged into things, on the streets they never survived for long.
The little tom was white with a dash of brown on his chest because of his paw his name was Stumble, Flints mother had died saving a cat with more than five toes from a car, she'd been hit, Flint had been very insistent that if they ever had kits he didn't want any to have more than five toes.
Flint would be angry if he knew she had Stumble but if she dumped him now he was too small to get far before he died, she was scared if he died here her Twolegs might think she was a bad mother and take Night and Ebony away from her.
She decided to keep Stumble for a moon and then she would get rid of him, snuggling in her nest she remembered the cats that lived in the stars that Flint said looked after all cats, what had Flint called them?... Starclan.
Grace prayed to Starclan hoping that they were watching her right now Please Starclan tell Flint I promise I'll get rid of Stumble so we can have the perfect kits we always dreamed of having.