A lone she-cat stood, outlined in the swirling snow. Her pelt gleamed in the starlight, but her eyes were shadowed over with sadness. Her pelt was scattered with deep scars, and her tail, once long and graceful, was now ragged, and barely a stump.
"Night." The she-cat looked up, revealing a large, unsightly scar over both eyes. "What is it, Screech?" she asked, padding over to a small cave, and sniffing.
The large tom shifted his paws. "Your kits..." Her eyes widened. "What ha-" Pine put his tail over her mouth. "Wolf and Tiger survived. But the gang still isn't happy. They'll kill them too." Night scrambled away from the tom, her black and white fur melting with the darkness and snow.
Pine dove forward, hooking his claws lightly in Night's flank and pulling her down. "If you go," he hissed, amber eyes glinting in the moonlight. "If you leave them, they'll have a chance! If you go, they'll be murdered in front of you. Do it in memory of Ivy and Storm!"
Night's eyes filled with uncontroled pain. It created an incredibaly sad figure, considering when she recieved the scar over her eyes, her eyes turned jet black.
"Take them to a clan then! They won't live to be gang members! They're strong, like they're father! I can tell they want them! I saw the way Claw watched them!"
Her jet-black eyes narrowed, and seemed to burn with an angry fire. She angrily thrashed her stump of a tail in the air, side to side.
"And. You. Won't. Help. Me." she jumped forward, barreling the tom over purely by smell and hearing. The tom let out a small yelp of suprise, but dodged low, and barreled the blind she-cat over. "Going to try to save them will kill you and them! I'm sick and tired of you fighting me! I don't even know why I help you!" Night's pelt was fluffed up, and he spat.
"Your my brother."
Her eyes narrowed and she bolted off, racing into gang territory, ignoring her brother yelling for her to stop. She stopped to slink low to the ground when she got close to the camp, her ears flicking, listening for cats. She slid into the camp, keeping her head low, the scar would send up flares. The Runaways Back! She stopped, listening for her kits. Something bumped into her leg.
She jumped up, then looked down like she could see it. She sniffed. Tiger. "Tiger," she whispered, backing up into the shadows. The kit bounced after her. She scooped it up, bolting from the camp.
Heads shot up all around. But only a few cats looked at her strangely, some new arrivals. Wolf! My daughter! I left her! her mind screamed. But she had her son. It was better than nothing.
I know what it's like like to force a smile, pretend everything's okay and walk another mile, climb the next mountain. Looking around for fear that if someone see's that lone tear in my eye the whole world could come crashing down. Life is hard, but you don't have to stand alone in the rain, crying doesn't mean you're weak. It means that you've been strong for too long. My name, is Wolf.
