I put this on Dev it's better there. There's too much to put into the instructions and Notes and Credits so I'll start copy/pasting now. Link to Pt.2 in the comments. Moss curled up next to Branch. Her voice was quiet as she spoke to him about what would happen if Blood heard that they had been working with a group of cats he was going to attack. She didn’t want anything to happen to him…or her kits which were mewling, lying between them. A single tear fell from her eye and Branch wiped it away with his tail tip, “Don’t worry about it. Your in the A group. He wouldn’t do a thing.” Moss blinked, “I’m worried about you. Being in the F group you and the kits...you could all die.” Branch purred, “I told you. If he finds out I know where we can hide. It’s going to be ok. Blood’ll be dead by morning if the plan goes well.” Then he yelped as the kit named Cocoa bit his paw. Moss shushed him and Branch mewed, “She’s a bit annoying.” Moss frowned, “Don’t talk that way about you daughter.” She picked the kit up by the scruff and licked the top of her head and murmured soothingly to the kit. Branch heard his name being called and he whispered, “I’ll be back.” He left and headed towards the voice calling him. It lead him near the arena...where cats were murdered for sport. Most of them killed by whoever Blood wanted them to be killed by. Usually it was a brutish cat named Eagle. Moss sighed waiting for Branch to come back. Then, a hissing voice spoke behind her, “We already knew that you two were working with the Rebels. Unluckily for you we also heard that you were planning some assassinations.” Moss mewed, “Sam, Don’t do this. He’s your best friend.” A sandy skeletally thin cat stepped out from the shadows. This was Blood’s nephew. He was dangerously silent, able to creep about practically anywhere. He sighed with fake disapproval, “Such a pity. Branch is going to be put to death tomorrow as punishment...unless. You let me kill your kits.” Branch’s screech could be heard and he was pounced on and dragged into a room. He immediately recognized where he was. If he was in here...it meant that he was in holding for the arena. He looked around and let out a breath of relief when he realized he was alone. They put cats out in the arena when they were going mad. Too mentally disfigured to be kept in the regular prison. He also knew how to escape so it wouldn’t be a problem. Then a couple guards were stationed outside and he growled, there was no way he was getting out. Moss flinched, “No. He’s going to be fine.” Then she lashed out on Sam her claws at his throat, “I hope you rot.” Then she shut a fox trap on his tail which she had been keeping for these special occasions. Sam screeched in agony. More cats would be there soon. She had to leave. She grabbed her kits by their scruffs laying a couple across her back and started traveling. She was scared and prayed that Sam was bluffing. She figured that she would head to the city. It’s the last place they would expect because it’s crawling with Blood’s cats. They would think that she had headed towards the forest, to freedom and the clans. When she arrived she looked around, there didn’t seem to be many fresh scents in the alley she had chosen. Then she saw the perfect shelter. It was a rather large cardboard box. She set her kits down carefully. They’re mewling made a tear fall from her eye. She found some soft feathers and moss, she curled up next to her kits and fell asleep. They were barely a couple days old. They were small and weak. ¼ Moon Later Cocoa ran around the box. She was chasing her brother Twig and growled, “I’m going to get you!” Twig squeaked and ran away from Cocoa. Then he tripped and rolled to a halt, Cocoa caught up to him and as though it was a ceremony, bopped him on the head, “Got you!” Twig frowned, “Not fair!” Moth, who was their disapproving sibling, her purple eyes shone with a disappointed glance, “You shouldn’t have tripped then.” Twig pouted, “I bet Leaf would agree with me! Leaf lifted her head and blinked, “W-whydja wake me up f-” she interrupted herself with a yawn, “from my nap?” She looked so similar to Cocoa with her brown fluffy fur and blue eyes, except for the fact that she didn’t have a white underbelly and flash on her chest. She also had shorter fur than Cocoa. It was remarkable really. Another kit, named Sparrow, who was grouching in the corner with a timeout he had earned by stealing Cocoa’s mouse that was enforced by Moss earlier that day. But when Moss had left to go hunting he had expected to be able to play with his siblings before resuming his punishment. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up because Moth had threatened him with telling their mother. His dark brown fur blended in with the walls almost completely except for certain white splotches. One of his eyes was purple the other was blue like his sister Moth but Moth who instead of partially white was completely white. The other weird part is that Twig
kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a sandy color and had green eyes unlike his siblings which were all brown or white. (No, Moss did not have kits with Sam. Branch and Moss both carry the dilution gene.) Moss’s footsteps made the kits quite. Moth stood at the entrance of the den like a messenger ready to deliver a message. Cocoa just idled around. Sparrow stayed in his corner. Leaf went back to taking a nap. Twig stood beside Cocoa and knocked her over causing her to mewl in protest. She got back up on her feet. Before he could do anything else, Moth entered the box. “Did they behave Moth?” she purred to the white kit who was staring up at her mother. “Yes. Sparrow behaved.” Moth mewed with so much importance in her tone it made Cocoa roll her eyes. Moss gave Moth and encouraging nod and mewed, “Sparrow. You can come out of the corner.” Sparrow tumbled out of the corner with a sigh of relief. Moss went and fetched the rabbit and the two voles she had caught while hunting. She split it up between the kits and they ate happily. Then Moss heard footsteps and a lot of voices. A tear came to her eye and mewed softly to her kits, “Leave the box and only come back when I call you. Don’t follow me.” The kits nodded scared almost stiff. Then exiting through a carefully concealed hole in the back of the box along a tunnel that was built that lid into the border between Blood’s headquarters and the clans. They were hiding in the hole and they overheard their mother growling to some cats. Cocoa peered her face out of the hole watching from the darkness and her mother was dragged away against her will. Cocoa held back and sob and when she saw the cat searching the box she urged her siblings on. They traveled as fast as they could through the tunnel. Their mews telling each other when they would arrive. When the kits saw daylight they moved faster. They broke out onto a scene. Branch lay curled up in the side of his cell. He had been told that Moss and his kits were dead. He mostly just milled about in his misery, wishing to die. But they forced him to eat, threatening him with his family’s lives. When he heard Moss’s’ voice his heart started to sing. Then when the door was opened and she was shoved through there were tears in his eyes. He realized that it would have been better if she had died then. Moss mewed softly in his ear, “I knew you weren’t dead. The kits are fine.” They hadn’t counted on Blood being there in the shadows listening, “Kits you say...that must have to do with that hole in the box.” He turned to the top commander of the A group, Raven, “Go quickly. Search for the kits. We’ll make it a little game of prey. You’re the hunters and their the prey. Don’t kill them. We need to torture these two first.” Branch sobbed, “Moss. No. You shouldn’t have...not with him here...the kits!” Moss sobbed with him. They were together for the first time in what had felt like forever, with the knowing that they were all going to die. The kits were running around, barely staying together. They didn’t know where they were so instead of getting away from the nuclear factory they grew closer. Until they arrived in there. Of course cats at first didn’t notice the fact that there was a group of 5 kits running around. It was the usual, but when other kits didn’t recognize them...cats started to take notice. At one point Sam stopped them and mewed, “Come with me kits.” He hadn’t noticed that there were only 4 kits as Cocoa had slipped away. She had went up some stairs that lead to the viewing room of the arena. She was staring down at it. It was behind glass so the cats out in the arena couldn’t see in and gather hope by seeing other cats. Then a bunch of cats started filling in. Cocoa was near the front. Watching carefully. Sam guided the kits into a cell, “Now you stay here. We have to wait until the event starts.” The kits obeyed because Sam was acting like a nice cat. Cocoa sat down. Some messed up cats would have seen it as the perfect view; you were able to see every bit of blood and gore. It was about a foot higher and five feet away from all the action. Then a big, muscular tom shoved through guards and stood in the center of the arena. Some she-cats were murmuring about how this Eagle was so handsome and good looking. Cocoa didn’t think so. He had red eyes, cream colored fur that was really thick with a slightly darker cream splotches here and there. She thought that there was some red in his pelt but then she realized it was blood. Eagle unsheathed his claws. They were long and sharpened, colored by the blood of the cats he had killed before. Cocoa shuddered and wondered what was going to happen. Then the arena cats shoved Branch forward. It took Cocoa a moment but she recognized her father. He looked just like Moth. He had white fur but he had green eyes, like Twig. She lurched forward at the glass trying to break it frantically, she wanted to be with her father. To enjoy another moment with him.
