That night after Wrentail had fallen asleep for a little while he smelled a sweet smell and heard the mewling of newborn kittens his ears pricked and he listened he wasn't wrong mewling and he was awake he opened his eyes and then saw Mapleclaw and 3 little healthy kittens one with a reddish orange coat with blackish grey stripes she was the tiniest the one farthest away was a dirty brown with white and black stripes he was the biggest the one who hadn't quiet made it to her mother yet was grey with orange spots he pushed him lightly to her mother "Aren't they adorable?" mapleclaw asked quietly Wrentail looked at them in awe he couldn't speak "U-uh yeah they really are I love them" he said still in awe she looked at him "They're not yours!" she Explained His eyes widened tears fell to the dirt floor he walked out a pain in his heart he walked out of the camp and continued walking to the cliff side he sat at the edge and let go tears falling to the rushing river below he let his grip loosen and gone emptiness as he fell to the floor he fell then black cold darkness seemed to seep through his fur and into his skin then into his soul he woke up on land Coughing and spitting he heard kits mewling in the distance he walked over to the mewling 3 kits were dying right in front of him he nursed the kits with fresh kill and other stuff but not milk he didn't have that like she cats did they looked like him a little there were 2 girls and a boy.
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Hayran KurguJump through the world seen and played out through the eyes of Wren
