Silverflash sat alone in a cave in the middle of no where. She was alone, and always would be. No one cared for a she-cat who had nothing. Her life had been hard so far, and now it was close to its end.
It all started when she was young and had the love of her life near her. She was having kits. She remembered the pain and exhaustion. But Waveheart was at her side. He made sure she was ok. She had four healthy kits that day. Two were silver, one black, and one ginger. Silverflash had never been able to name them.
The kits suckled and she slept calmly with Waveheart sleeping beside her.
The next day her kits were opening their eyes a little, and by the end of the week they had them open all the time. Waveheart brought by mouse and vole often for Silverflash.
That night she woke to crashing noises, yowls, snarls, kits mewling, hissing, and more. Suddenly a huge tom with black feet crashed through the nursery walls. Blackfoot. His devious smile penetrated her confidence. "Waveheart's kits won't live to see another day!" He snarled. Silverflash hissed a warning, but it did not help. Blackfoot approached and swiped at the kits. Silverflash bit into his paw as he did so. He yowled and the fire in his eyes was unbearable to look at. Before she knew what was happening, Blackfoot had grabbed one of the silver kits in his jaws. He bit down hard and dropped the dead kit to the ground. He was about to swipe again, but Waveheart came crashing into him. "Leave them alone!" He hissed, standing in front of his family. Blackfoot tried to get up and swipe at Waveheart, but he had no strength left. He ran out of the nursery snarling in anger. Waveheart looked at the dead kit. He picked up it's heartless body and took it away to burry. Silverflash tended to her three remaining kits who were scared from Blackfoot's crime. This was only the first in the line of her loved ones to lose.