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Posted December 16, 2012
Posted December 16, 2012
A loud yowl split the air and I bolted awake. The mossy nest I had slept in was nearly destroyed; pieces of bedding were tossed this way and that from a short a restless sleep.
"My kits! My kits are gone!"
I leapt to my paws, my gray fur bristling, and ran to the side of a white queen. Her silky white fur was long and soft, and she looked rather fat due to her unusually fluffy coat. Her eyes were a pretty sky blue, and her fur was streaked with a light silver.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh Spirit," the white queen sobbed. "My kits are gone! I just closed my eyes for a minute and when I opened them they were gone!"
"They can't have gone far," I meowed, trying to comfort her. But in the back of my mind, I knew there wasn't much hope. Lone cats, like us, are dependant on only themselves. Other cats wouldn't lift a paw to help us—even if we're kits—because they belive we don't deserve their help since we have choosen to live alone.
"I just know they've been gobbled up my badgers!" The queen cried.
"What's going on?"
I looked up to see a cream colored tom. His cream fur was crossed with gray tabby stripes—also streaked with black—and his eyes were a pale green.
"Hawk, Rue's kits have gone missing," I told the cream tom.
"We'll have to find them!" Hawk said. "You start looking. I'll wake the others."
I nodded and set out. Even lone cats don't neccissarily live completely alone. Most—like us—live in small groups.
The forest was lush and dew-soaked. Pale light streamed through the trees. Our Kingdom, the Kingdom of Cats. But of course, cats aren't the only animals that live here. I saw a mouse scurry past, no doubt searching for food.
I shook my head, refocusing on my task. Rue's kits were missing, and I needed to find them.
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched squeal.
"Shh! Be quiet Lion, or she'll hear us!"
"Quick, hide in this bush!"
"Okay kits, come out. I know you're there," I meowed, looking at a rustling bush from which a ginger tail was sticking out.
"Aww, she found us!" A fluffy white shekit complained, emerging from the bush, her pelt covered in leaves.
"If you hadn't been so noisy, Princess, she might not have found us!" A dark gray tom argued.
"Well, Cloud, you just think you're so smart but don't you forget that this was YOUR idea so I'm gonna blame this on you," snapped Princess.
"Oh yah?" Cloud hissed.
"Please stop arguing!" The third kit, a ginger tabby named Lion, pleaded.
"You're all in big trouble," I told the kits. "Your mother was really worried."
"Sorry, Spirit," Lion meowed.
Two cats suddenly streaked over—one, a white tom with silver flecks and green eyes, the second a silvery white shecat with blue eyes—and halted abruptly.
"You found the kits?" The tom asked.
"Arrow, please don't let Spirit tell Mom!" Lion squeaked.
"It was Cloud's fault!" Princess meowed.
"Was not!" Cloud protested.
Arrow—the white tom—turned to the shecat and whispered, "Lunara, go tell Hunter and Hawk we found the kits."
The shecat nodded and dashed off.
Turning to the kits, Arrow purred, "You kits need to be more careful! If you'd have gone any farther, you would have crossed the border and gone into Dragon Territory!"
Lion's blue eyes widened. "Those dragons would have killed us!" He gasped.
I stared in the direction of the border, and felt an urging in my heart. There was something out there... something dangerous that wasn't a dragon...