A gentle breeze blew peacefully through the leaves of newleaf. The stars of Silverpelt cast it's silver light over the tree tops. The blossoms of the new flowers we're turned silver in the dappled moonlight. Some animals still scuffled among the underbrush, the sounds they made echoing through the trees. The chirping of the crickets found it's way across the river.
Within this, however, was a young silver queen. Dangling from her jaws was a tiny kit, mewling in confusion and fear. She was unaware of where her mother was taking her as she was carried along the river and into the trees that lead to twoleg place.
The silver she-cat stopped at the edge of the trees that stopped in an unnatural line. She took in a deep, shaky breath as her hazel eyes we're drawn to her kit. Blue eyes met hazel, one pair scared, and the other, pain.
The queen looked up from her kit, the thought of turning back tugging on her like a badger's claws. It took every ounce of her strength to stay there, instead of fleeing back into the forest she loved. She narrowed her eyes, making sure there were no twolegs or dogs. She heard no barking, and saw no dogs. She also didn't scent or see twolegs, making her relax a little.
She slipped into a hedge that lined a twoleg garden, and looked across the thunderpath to check for monsters. Seeing none, she dashed across and ducked into some underbrush on the other side.
Setting her kit down, she poked her head out, her ears pricked. "Atlas? Atlas, are you there?" she called in a tone just above a whisper.
There was a small creak, and the queen held her breath. "Cloverpatch? What is it?" the tom's voice asked, making Cloverpatch let out her held breath.
"I have something for you to keep.." the silver queen mewed solemnly as the tom appeared before her. She turned back into the underbrush and licked her kit before picking her up and picking her way out and setting the tiny kit down.
"A... Kit?" Atlas mewed, confused.
"Yes. This is our daughter, Morningkit, and I
need you to take her and raise her by yourself," she pleaded, "Please!"
The tom looked astonished at his mate's words and his daughter's tiny mews. He tried to resist, but he just couldn't. "A-alright... I'll take her..." hhe mewed reluctantly.
"Thank you so, so much," the queen mewed, nuzzling her mate and continuing, "take care of her, and make sure she never knows who her mother is, and where she is from, okay? I love you both so very much," she mewed, turning to both of them, showering them both with loving licks before darting off into the trees.
Atlas stared at his kit with love and worry. She was mewing quietly, squirming on the lush ground. With lots of care, he picked the tiny kit up and brought her into his twoleg nest. He padded over to his bed by the fire, which burned a warm amber. He set his kit into the soft bedding, and curled himself around her. After a while, Morningkit's mewing stopped, and Atlas licked her head before closing his eyes, letting the warm darkness settle all around him.
Hey guys! Here is the beginning of this long story! Yay! It only took 3 tries! Whoo! Anyway guys, if you didn't like this, please don't just criticize me. I would like nothing but constructive criticism, please! See ya!