Dedicated to my pookies over at fallenclan forum. They can be very quirky sometimes, but they're still my pookies.
LUCE I KNOW YOU'RE CRYING RIGHT NOW GET OVER IT :3
PROLOGUE
She was running. Well, as fast as she could, carrying one small kit and having the other follow closely behind. She panted heavily as the three finally stopped in a small moonlit clearing. The she-cat gently set the little white kit on the soft snowy floor before shivering. Gosh, why was it so cold here?
She sighed. "I really can't kill you, can I?" she mewed. The little white kit just stared up at her with wide, round eyes. She was barely even a few sunrises old! He could never make a mother kill her own kit.
She stared up at the stars. "Why is life so hard?" she whispered to no one in particular. Nobody answered her. She turned her attention to the kits, who were batting at each other with sheathed claws. She watched them for a moment, her gaze warm. Of course this couldn't last. Nothing good ever did.
So what should she do? Killing them wasn't an option, of course. But he would be mad, and that wasn't good either. She dug her claws into the snow before sheathing them, and did that over and over again, until the snow beneath her paws was completely melted.
Suddenly, she picked up a sharp scent. Other cats. She whirled around, facing her kits. Frantically, she picked the small black kit up in her jaws and sprinted toward a large bush. She dove under it just as a trio of cats burst out from the undergrowth.
"Look! It's a kit!" one of them exclaimed. The three cats padded up to it, sniffing the air cautiously.
"It'll die if we leave it out in the cold," another strange cat whispered, gently coming closer to the kit. "C'mere, sweetie. I won't hurt you."
No! she wanted to scream. She's my kit! But there was nothing she could do as one of the cats picked up the kit gently and nodded to the others. With that, they were gone, disappearing into the snowy forest.
Her mind was racing as she bounded back home, her remaining kit dangling from her jaws. She picked up a familiar scent as she neared a large pine tree. "Hello," meowed a voice. Him. "Were the items taken care of?"
She ducked her head with shame. "Only one. I was nearly caught by those wretched cats that live over the ridge." He nodded.
"A she-cat can't be trusted with these kinds of responsibilities," he meowed, as if he were talking to a kit. He shook his head slowly. She felt a surge of red-hot anger flare up inside her, but she kept it contained.
"I suppose we can keep just one," he sighed. "Now, let's go." She nodded and followed him into the shadows.
He had to be dealt with.