The soft lighting the moon provided was barely enough for the cat to see in, but she couldn't stop now. Her paws ached from many days of walking through the cities rough streets, but she knew she couldn't stop now, not with her only remaining child on the brink of death. The cat looked around the street before Starting to trek across the street. Her amber eyes gleamed with sadness as she walked, but she knew this was the only option if she wanted her child to have any chance.
She was only in middle of the street, trying her best to keep a hold of the small ball of fur in her jaws, when she saw it, the bright yellow light, the rough tires, the human driving it. The cat sighed in defeat as a few stray tears ran down her cheeks, she knew she was done for, but she also knew the same could not be said for her child. The cat collapsed and curled around her child, ignoring the protesting mews of her child. It wasn't long; it just took one loud "Screech!" of tires skidding and the loud sickening crunch of bones to call the attention of many.
A small old woman hopped out of her house, holding up a shotgun and pointing it towards the source of the sound, her eyes widened. She stormed up to the car, yelling at the driver about waking her up at this time of night, when she heard the frightened cries from the cat's corpse.
She only gave the driver one last death glare before lifting the cats body by its mangled scruff, only to reveal a small kitten, with dark fur and frightened yellow eyes. The woman sighed sadly as she picked up the kitten; it was scared, but not injured badly at all. She cradled the kitten before walking back to her home.
