A Loner's Tale | Warrior Cat Fan Fiction

|~ Chapter 8 ~|

*Sorry it took forever lol*

Caellium leaped off her familiar hay stack, the one she usually slept in. Before she was greeted with a small face and wide yellow eyes. Her dad jerked back and she almost ended up falling backwards, before realising that it was just Smoke. He was staring at her with wide eyes, "Hey . . .  Smoke," She had hesitated upon saying the word, as if it was a secret. The small Tom continued to stare at her with bright eyes, they were the colours of leaf' fall's leaves . . . It was truely a miracle that he survived for such a long time. "Your pretty," He grinned widely, his wide eyes seemed soft. Caellium lifted her paw up, as if he was a small incect she had been trying to get away from. "Why does mama hate you?" He tilted his head, Caellium flinched at the question, and her ears flattened. "Well- I- Uh-" she couldn't come up with a suitable answer, but sarong at the kit she felt so helpless, as if she had to answer the question. "Well, some cats like other cats, and some cats dont." She winced internally, such a pathetic excuse. "I have another question!" His small ears perked up, fur on the tips being noticeable. "Yeah sure, fire away," Caellium said with slight hesitation. "Where do kits come from?" The question, so innocently asked. Caellium turned ghost white, "Ask your mother," she spluttered. "But I already did!" Smoke pouted, stomping his paw on the ground. "Mama said to ask someone else," He huffed, "Well..." Caellium stopped for a moment, thinking. "When two cats love each other very much, Such as your mama and papa," she said, trying to think while working on the small fib. Smoke's eyes widened and she cursed herself. "They each have something very special," she continued, "And each of their special things, combine, and create a kit, all of us have the special thing. And that makes us all very special." She smiled awkwardly but Smoke didn't care. His eyes gleamed before she heard a booming voice. "CAELLIUM! GET AWAY FROM MY KIT!" Caellium's ears flattened as she turned towards the angry voice, only to find (unsurprisingly) a familiar brown molly racing towards her. "CAELLIUM!" The raging she screamed again, Caellium thought she might actually rip out her own fur if she didn't get to Caellium first. She whispered something to the small kit, before racing off. Iron close behind.