Raised By The Cats

Prologue

A depressed mother wolf padded past the Star clans territory. In the mother's mouth was a too-small pup. The runt of the pack. It was tradition for a pack wolves to rid the runt of each litter. Star just happened to be the pup.

The mother wolf stopped in her tracks and glanced back. She could still smell territory marks. Pack leader, Furpaw, said to keep going until she couldn't smell territory anymore. She turned and kept padded in the fluffy snow. The snow fell into her fur and the hairs on her neck stood up, feeling the coldness.

She turned again and sniffed slightly. A faint smell of territory. A tear rolled down her cheek. She flicked her tail and padded on. She hated the tradition. The sleeping pup was just born, it shouldn't be out in the coldness. The pup had a dark scar of a star on its paw.

It's head dangled up and down and it took a deep breath. When she finally couldn't smell territory anymore, she dropped the pup gently and woofed silently. She decided to name it Star. With her paw, the mother wolf drew an S in the snow. Then a T. Then an A. Then finally an N. Star. So whoever found it would know its name.

The mother wolf finally licked her pup's ear and re-wetted its nose. She turned and dashed away, leaving her pup in the snow to die.