A/N: (You don't have to read these) I'm going to try and stick to this story, but I'm not gonna lie. I have a problem with starting a story and then dropping it off for the vultures. Whoops. Anyway, I got this first book (extending the entirety of the main characters' lives) planned. If I manage to finish this, I'll try and push out a sequel.
Please review if you think this story is horrible, or if you think it's good; I really like reviews in general.
Prologue
She could hardly breath and the sound of her heart boomed in her ears. She stood before a massive beast. The metallic scent of blood made her feel like throwing up: she wasn't a fighter- she was a runner, a coward! Her entire life had been focused on being so bloody scared of other cats... she couldn't fight, even if her life was at risk. But her fear made her goal vibrant in her mouth, her kit's beautiful greem eyes- they stopped her heart right there, and it didn't matter to her any more what any other cats thought, even as the cold of the night made her shiver under her short pelt, even as the fox noticed her watching it, and even as she charged in, a loud yowl not meant to leave her throat- but escaping nonetheless.
She lodged her claws into its cow-like skin. She was always too scared. The fox let out a loud growl that had brought her back into reality, the look in its eyes bringing painful back memories. She heaved, staring into its gaze, gulping the fear. She could feel tire, like claws raking across her ribs, digging into her side. Ignoring the pain, she went straight back into the fray.
Her claws dug straight into the fox's exposed neck, pushing desperately pass its thick fur. The fox struggled and swung its head, pushing her off it effortlessly. She landed breathless in the dirt, taking deep and painful breaths.
She dragged herself onto numb paws. She rose her head and saw the beast approaching, blood and saliva dropping viciously down its maw. Her fear made her blind, the only thing she was aware of was the sound of the fox's paws against the dried leaves- crunch, crunch, crunch.
"Mum!" The beast's breath had already brushed her maw by the time she heard the blood-curling scream. The monster lifted her up tightly around the neck. She wanted to yell something back. I love you, or hide but she had no chance.
She didn't have enough time.
In one movement, and with one painful crunch the fox snapped her neck. The she-cat's body went still. She dangled in its mouth, limp and paling. The fox's gaze then followed the path that promised its next kill. Sick satisfaction washed over it as it saw the small kit. The dead corpse dropped from its mouth as it raced forwards viciously- the intent to kill written clearly on its face.
There was one final painful yowl that broke the silence in the forest.