Javan

Dark blue eyes narrowed in anger fine black fur bristling as a low hiss built in her throat. Her black mane spilled over her small shoulders and stood out against her white tunic dress. Her tail lashed in anger behind her as she clutched a small innocent bundle to her chest.

The cause of her anger was her mate, he stood wearily across from her his usually proud stature slumped in defeat. His usually bright blue eyes were darkened with his choice as he stared her down, pleading with her to understand.

She wanted to rip his beard form his face! How could he expect her to understand?! He wanted her to hand over their child to be scarified in hopes it would end the sickness that plagued their small tribe! If it was up to her she would say screw their pride and ask the other cat tribes for help.

Alas their people were to proud, they were Tigers, and would rather suffer then ask for help from the people who had banished them. She herself was lucky to have been accepted by them, mostly because her mate was their leader, she was from the Jaguar clan and had been cast out at a young age.

Yet as she stared at her mate, his face set in stone, she wished she had never stumbled upon the small tribe of banished Tigers. It was a sad and heart breaking realization for she loved her mate dearly yet, she knew the second she gave birth to their kitten her universe had shifted. No longer was her mate at the center of it but their kitten, as it should have been.

Yet she knew her mate, she knew this decision had pained him but he would do it, he was their leader. Their people looked to him to make the hard choices that would protect them and this one was out of his hands. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared down at her innocent kitten, he was a carbon copy of his father, baring little resemblance to her. His fur was that of a tigers, his father's blood ran strong through his veins, and atop his head was a small tuft of white fur.

As if sensing his mothers stare in his sleep he snuggled closer to her, purring as her scent washed over him. He was warm, safe, and loved and that was all that he needed to know as he slept.

Javan ran a hand through his beard, a habit he developed when he was nervous, and took in the heart breaking scene. His mate was gazing at their kitten, tears welling in her eyes as she clutched him to her chest. He felt every bit of the monster he was as he stalked forward to stand before. Ready to rip their child from her arms to sacrifice him, it was for the greater good…

"Kagome, give me the kitten." His voice was a low mumble but she heard it, her tears finally falling from her eyes, she refused to look up at him yet swallowed thickly, pressing a kiss to the forehead of heir sleeping kitten. "I love you Tygra." She nuzzled his cheek lightly before pulling away and letting her mate take her from her arms.

Broken blue eyes locked with troubled pale blue ones. Her lips quivered as she gathered the strength to speak. "I will never forgive you Javan." He merely turned on his heel and left the hut, his guilt eating away at his resolve. "I'm sorry my love." With those parting words he began the long trek the cliff where his kitten was to be scarified. With each step his resolve wavered as the small kitten snuggled closer to him for warmth, seeking his warmth and scent. Trusting him to take care of him, to love him as any kitten would expect of their sire…

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