Kits and Cats
Chapter One: An Introduction.
Nightstream raced over boggy grounds and sinky masses, her paws pounded on soft ground,
“Almost there” She thought, her heart pounding.
The city cats chasing her laughed at her failed attempts to shake them of her trail.
“Black cat, bad luck!” The jeered following her over moors of northen Scotland.
From as long as she could remember, cats from the city had ignored her or bullied her because of her families almost pure black fur.
She ignored them when she could but when they bullied her, they bullied her in large groups: she had to run.
Nightstream felt the grounds surface change, it was harder now with a few twigs lying around the thin trees that had started to appear; she was home in her forest now.
She gripped the hare she was holding in her mouth tighter and raced up a tree.
The cats catching up stumbled around the tree, trying to climb but their city paws making them falter and fall.
They turned around heading back home; leaving Nightstream alone.
She turned around walking slowly over a branch, then jumped for the branch into the tree beside it, thus she made her way into the heart of the woods.
When she landed in a huge oak tree she walked through the branches to the middle, where it was hollow, jumping down she landed gracefully on ground in the middle of the hollow tree.
There six cats lay, five with fur darker than the night sky.
Three bounced up as soon as Nightstream landed, then the other three older ones woke up but none of them made a move to get up.
“I just caught this hare, I’ve got a few other things buried outside”, Nightstream said.
“Darkshine, go with Nightstream to collect the rest of the food”, the oldest of the cats, a queen- this does not mean she is pregnant, a ruler or a mother nursing recently born kits, she is just a female cat- said.
Nightstream and Darkshine scrambled up the inside of the tree and went to collect the food.
Now just to let you know; the old queens name’s Littleforest (because of her bright green eyes). The female of the other two old ones name’s Bluelight (Blue eyes, very light) she is Littleforests daughter and Nightstream and Darkshine are her second litter, the other two Morgan and Midnight are her oldest.
The third and youngest of the older cat’s name’s Minke (Min-KEE), he used to be a pet and when he wandered off from his horrible owners he kept the name the humans at the pet-shop had called him.
He is Bluelights mate and father of the four younger cats.
Thanks for reading,
M
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