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“I don’t want to do this, but I have to.” He mewed. He nodded at Curlkit.
Curlkit gulped. He had never killed a cat before, but they had practiced it. He ran between Leopardfang’s legs, and jumped up and bit her throat with his adder teeth.
Leopardfang dodged the small kit and threw a paw down, aiming for Curlkit. “I’ll kill you if I don’t kill your brother first!”
Thunderblaze jumped and pinned down Leopardfang.
Leopardfang gave a powerful kick and kicked Thunderblaze off of her
Thunderblaze fell to the floor, quickly standing up, and bit down on Leopardfangs neck, drawing blood.
Leopardfang gave a screech as she felt her blood drain out. She flailed her limbs, connecting with Thunderblaze several times
He winced, stepping away from her body as she flailed. He walked up to her, and scored his claws on her side.
She turned around and put her claws as close to his throat as she could. She felt his blood run as she felt her life slipping away
He stepped back, as she clawed at his throat. “I am sorry it had to be this way. I will take good care of your kits.” (BTW what are their names?)
Darkfang screeched in horror as she returned to the clearing, dropping the prey she’d caught when she saw Leopardfang, dead on the ground with her throat slashed and Thunderblaze standing over her. “What did you do??” She yowled. She jumped in front of Maplekit and Twitchkit. “Stay away from the kits, you murderer,” she hissed.
“She attacked me first!” He snarled. Curlkit peeked his head from behind him.
Darkfang examined Thunderblaze and saw that he was covered in bloody scratches. He hadn’t just attacked her– they’d fought. And he’d won. She sighed. This probably would’ve happened anyway… after all, this is the Warrior Games. She bent down and licked Twitchkit on the head. “How were you expecting to take care of these kits?” She asked. “At least your brother can walk by himself. These kits can’t even see yet.”
“Can’t you nurse them?” He asked.
Maplekit heard hissing. She didn’t know what it was and was unsure. She thought she head some feeble gasping.
Leopardfang died
Darkfang gave a dry laugh. “Of course not. That isn’t how it works.” She rolled her eyes. “Toms.” She gently poked Twistkit on the muzzle, and he opened his mouth, letting out a feeble mew. “I suppose we can try to chew up prey to feed to them… I think I saw a queen do that when she couldn’t produce enough milk for all of her kits.” She fetched the shrew she’d brought and curled around Maplekit and Twistkit as she began chewing the meat into a pulp.
He lied down, wincing. “I will start making the grave for Leopardfang.” He walked over to the kits. He beckoned to Curlkit. “Saw hello to Maplekit and Twistkit!”
“Hi!” Curlkit mewed. He sniffed their fur.
Twistkit mewed when he heard the older kit’s voice. Scrunching his face, he attempted to open his eyes. Darkfang purred and licked him on the head. “Take your time, little one,” she murmured. “Gentle with them, Curlkit. They’ve only been alive a few days.”
Maplekit started flailing her paws. She didn’t smell the milk of her mother, and she didn’t know who was saying hi
“Shh little one.” Darkfang licked Maplekit on the head. “Here. Try some of this.” She attempted to feed the tiny kits some of the chewed-up prey.
Twistkit licked at the new food. It wasn’t as good as Mother’s milk, but it was something. He swallowed some and purred. “That’s vole meat,” Spiritkit informed him. Twistkit pressed against the she-cat who was feeding him, which he realized must be Darkfang.
(Thunderblaze just so you know, Spiritkit is dead so only Twistkit can hear/eventually see him)
Maplekit ate the chewed up vole. It clearly wasn’t milk, and this was Darkfang, not Leopardfang, but it was good enough
Darkfang curled her body around Twistkit and Maplekit. “Don’t worry,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m going to take care of you two. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” But even as she said the words, she was keenly aware of the Warrior Games happening all around them, and knew the promise was one she might not be able to keep.
Twistkit purred, snuggling into the warmth of Darkfang’s body. He felt his sister pressed against him as well, but he didn’t mind. They could all share the warmth.
Curlkit lied down. He put his head against Darkfang.
Darkfang resisted the urge to push Curlkit away. It wasn’t his fault they were stuck in these games… she doubted he could’ve been involved in Leopardfang’s death if he tried. She shifted so that he could curl up with the other kits.
Twistkit felt another cat join the nest. Another kit? Yes. Curlkit. The loud tom’s younger brother. He purred, glad for the extra warmth.
Curlkit heard Twistkit purr. “I won’t let anything happen to you and Maplekit!” He whispered.
Darkfang stifled a chuckle. She knew the kit was being genuine, but there wasn’t much he’d be able to do against the other cats in the Games. “And I’ll make sure nothing happens to you,” she told him. “We can all help each other.”
“Thanks!’ He squeaked. He rested his head against her side and fell asleep.
Thunderblaze walked in. “I have finished making the grave.”
Darkfang nodded. “I’ll watch the kits, and your brother. Please bury Leopardfang.”
¨Okay, just dont you dare harm a whisker on his pelt, or he will kill you.” Thunderblaze warned. Curlkit bared his teeth and let out a throaty growl, and bared his fangs. He was actually pretty scary.
Darkfang nodded. “Of course, I won’t hurt him.” Twistkit mewed, and she licking him on the head, feeding him and Maplekit some more of the chewed-up vole.