Mouse trodded back to her makeshift den with a heavy heart. Her sister Sun was constantly telling her that she wasn't ment to have a mate and she understood that, but a hole filled her heart.
On that night Sandtail told her she could find a mate, she didn't expect to find anyone, but surprisingly she did. Not too far from Mouse's home was a twoleg den that held large ammounts of cats. One cat stuck out from the rest...
A grey tom with amber eyes made sure not to eat before the other half-starved cats had food in their stomachs. His name was Toby, and Mouse couldn't get enough of him. The way she melted under his warm stare and the way his pelt softly brushed against hers when they had met on that faithful night. Toby told her that he loved her, but couldn't live with her because he had to feed the dependant starving cats.
Little did Mouse know that she would be expecting his kits.
Her brother Smoke was lying in the den and his steady breathing told Mouse he was asleep. She softly pressed against him and let sleep overcome her.
Silver teeth snapped and snarled in Mouse's face. Blood trickled from the creatures lolling tounge and sent chills downs her spine. Mouse noticed the familiar shape of the three wolves that had often occured in her dreams.
Oscar, Honey's mate, stood his ground against the towering dog beast and snarled. The wolf had a mocking grin on his face and lunged for the black and white tom's throught.
Oscar spun and the cream colored wolf chomped down on his tail. A blood chilling crack echoed as the wolf bit down harder and shook Oscar like prey.
"NO!" Smoke wailed. The huge grey tabby tom jumped on Oscar's attacker and ripped the wolves ear with his sharp teeth. The wolf let out a yelp of pain and dropped Oscar .
The tom's pelt was soaked in blood and the sharp metalic scents of it hit Mouse like a gust of wind.
The wolf spun frantickly, trying to tear Smoke away from his damaged ear but wih no luck.
Thundering paw steps vibrated the ground as a slender white she-wolf pelted across to the struggling wolf pup. She bit down on Smoke's spine so hard that Mouse heard a pop and saw his body go limp.
"No!" Mouse shrieked. She tried to run to her brother but the she-wolf snarled and nipped at her whiskers. Mouse slashed it's muzzle with her claws. Satisfied when she felt blood and flesh rip under her claws.
Thw white wolf yipped and spun away. Mouse leaned down and sniffed Smoke's shoulder. A nasty rot smell was coming from him and made her want to gag. Smoke was dead.
Mouse awoke with a grunt, she could still hear the howls of the wolves fer off in her memory and for a moment, she felt as if she could still see the shadows of the huge creatures in the fog. She remebered how Smoke had died, his bloody body splayed on the green grass.
Mouse sniffed at her sleeping brother and felt relief flood over her.
Beware the moon callers.
A tiny voice echoed. Was that Starclan talking to her? If so, was Mouse a true medicine cat?