Within a few days of seeing the small kit, they've grown, not by much but enough for a mother to notice. Iron and ThornStrike curled around the kit and Caellium felt a pang of guilt that she didn't deny their statement when she first met the kit. "Smoke." She said coldly. "Excuse me?" Iron seemed upset, and rude as ever. "Their name . . . " Iron and ThronStrike looked at Caellium with a confused expression and the kits small ears perked. Seeing the response ThronStrike's eyes blazed. "Did you not ask for their name?" She said with a slightly high pitched voice. Iron got up, and walked towards the she-cat, threateningly calm. ThornStrike did nothing. Iron pinned Caellium, leaping when she was within a few tail lengths. Caellium squirmed but did not fight back. "In front of the kit? Really..?" She whispered slyly, it was wrong but she couldn't help myself. "Mama! What are you doing?!" Smoke cried. Caellium looked at the kit, peering behind Iron and smiled sweetly. She didn't think Iron saw, but she was wrong . . . Like always. Iron slashed Caelliums face with her unsheathed claws, drawing blood. Caellium hissed in pain before looking up at Iron with ice cold eyes. After seeing her strained face my gaze softened, against my will. Smiling up at her she looked horrified, scared . . . Of her? It felt . . . Good, and wrong at the same time. Iron backed away, letting me go, "Your glad he's here." She spat coldly. Caellium looked at the kit and smiled slightly. Blood still dripping down the side of her face. She quickly hurried off, turning to the kit every now and then, finding herself unable to look away.
For days after that Caellium observed the kit, watching him learn to catch his own mouse, it felt as if it was all for nothing. Feeling invisible at the end of the day, she was forced to watch him run back to Iron and ThronStrike calling her 'mama' It was her least favourite part of the day . . .
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A Loner's Tale | Warrior Cat Fan Fiction
BeletrieART ISNT MINE | FOUND FROM GOOGLE | THANK YOU! Caellium is a cold Molly, who lost both her kits in birth. After being neglected and abandoned by her parents, and found santuaryin the barn, but living near the clans has been hard. When two other rog...
