Tripping the rabbit up, I kill it with a swift bite to the neck. Crouching down, eating, I keep a look out for all who could take it. Finishing, I head for no where really. Not paying attention, my ears go flat as earth showers me. Shaking my head, more falls and I look up. Bolting, earth falls just short of my hind legs.
Skidding, the landslide stops. Hissing in anger, turning away, I continue walking. Finding a tree with a hallow, I curl up as rain down pours. Amber eyes burning in the darkness, I lay my head down.
Jolted awake, I scan the area. Nothing could have awoken me. Laying my head back down, a strike of lightning wakes me back up. Laying my head on my paws, my eyes hone in on a form. Eyes narrowed, the small form of a kit hobbles into the hallow.
Its fur is black as night, eyes green as grass. She looks at me, coming over. I hiss, swiping but she still comes. He soaked fur leans into my belly, seeking warmth and purrs come from her.
I growl, getting up and moving. The kit follows, curling at my front paws the last time. Rolling my eyes, laying my head down, I give in for tonight. The next morning, I get up and go out. Licking my flank dry, the kit curls into my belly.
With a hiss, the kit backs off. Nodding, I pad away, the kit calling from the hallow. At a fox-length away, I stop, remembering the twelveth rule of the Warrior Code.
No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
With a sigh, I turn back and head back. the kit looks at me as I pick her up and place her on my back. "Papa." She says, curling at my shoulders. Starting on the day, the feeling in my chest is unknown and I fight it as I pad through the underbrush.