The forest was quiet, the sound of birds chirping and ruffling leaves the only sounds apart from the occasional cicada here and there.
Through the rustling of leaves and birdsong, a wail broke out through the forest. "My kits!" A she-cat screeched furiously. "Give. Them. Back!"
A black she cat leapt at a dawn colored tom. "Thief! They aren't yours!" The she cat howled, grabbing a little she-kit that looked like hers.
"Agh!" The tom struggled, dropping the kit, but had a good grasp on two others. "Fine! Keep it! And while your at it, take these ones!" He tossed the other kits into the air, running away as soon as they landed.
Little snaps seemed to echo through the she-cat's head as she saw her kits land on hard rock, their twig-like spines breaking.
A calico tom struggled through the undergrowth, gasping at the sight of the two dead kits; little toms, one calico like him, another silver like his grandmother.
"No.." He breathed shakily. "My kits... our kits!" He wailed. "Wh-where's the she-cat?" He looked around nervously for the little cat.
The tiny creature let out a hungry mewl, sitting at her mother's belly.
"She's our only kit..." She nuzzled the squirming creature, laying down to let it drink.
"She only had a thin chance of survival.." the tom murmured. "Did you name her?"
The she cat shook her head, examining the kit closely, then looking up at the sky. "Last night, when they were born, the crescent moon shined down on her, and like you said, she had a slim chance of survival." She looked at the tom. "What about Crescent?"
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Crescentkits Journey
FanficCrescent is a calm, playful kit. Born a loner but hates being lonely. She's only three moons old when her father, Twist, teaches her to defend herself and hunt, but when she chases a rabbit down a tunnel, she gets lost. She is lonely and starving in...
