"B-Birchkit, are you s-sure there aren't g-going to be any o-other cats, h-here?" stuttered a small cream colored kit. The small she-kit had mostly cream colored fur, other than her white paws, face, and white tipped tail. She also had odd markings in a cherry color on her back with more light cherry colored markings underneath. She had a few light cherry colored markings on her cheek fur and on the base of her tail.
"Positive, Ch-Ch-Cherrykit." Birchkit teased. "You always stutter! I want to know what's wrong with you, but mother won't tell me." Cherrykit looked at her with a slightly hurt look in her eyes, but Birchkit didn't give her the apology she wanted. They had slipped out of the nursery through a small hole that Birchkit had made a few sunrises ago. They had been told stories of beautiful streams and soft patches of moss everywhere by their mother, Rosestar. Cherrykit was ecstatic about the idea at first, but now that she was out here, she was worried if they would be found by rouges who would kill them with no mercy.
Cherrykit gulped and picked up her pace to pad beside her sister. They hadn't gone far when Birchkit stopped walking. Birchkit scented the air and stiffened. She grabbed Cherrykit by the tail, who gave a small squeak, and dragged her underneath a nearby bush. "What was that for?" Cherrykit whispered, clearly annoyed with the sudden force of her sisters bite. Birchkit covered her sisters mouth with her small, soft tail. Cherrykit stayed quiet as Birchkit took her tail away from her mouth. Birchkit scented the air again, and Cherrykit did the same after a few heartbeats. Cherrykit's eyes widened.
She had scented kittypets.
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The Life of a Kittypet
Mistério / SuspenseNo one had known that there lived a half-clan cat in the Twoleg Place. Though they had seen a cat sitting on a fence, staring into the distant forest. That kittypet was always sitting there. Perched like a bird on a branch, staring into the forest b...
