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Chapter Two WHEN STORMY WAS BORN Stormy tried to grasp at her mother, following her scent, but then she fell. She kept on falling… and then there was nothing. She landed in a smelly thing. She searched for her mother’s scent along the rubbish, but she was gone. The confused kit tried to grasp for anything, but nothing. Soon a pile of rubbish spilled onto her, and she whimpered. But since her face was crooked - her voice was messed up and gruff. She rasped, “Help!” But there was no answer. She crawled forward onto more rubbish. She crawled again, just to knock into a wall. She scrabbled at it, but she couldn’t get out. Stormy lifted her head and mewed. This time there was an answer, but it was just the echo of her voice bouncing off the walls. The newborn couldn’t see, hear, or walk yet, but was determined to make her way out. A surge of pain shot through her. She was starving! Then fur brushed hers, and picked her up from the dumpster. She thought, mother? But there was an unfamiliar scent. Stormy dangled in the air. Then she landed on a soft moss and fern nest in a cave with bushes protecting her. The cat knelt down and licked her ruffled fur. Stormy squeaked, “Her name will be Stormy…” As if she heard what Freckles had said. The other cat, a she-cat with the scent of milk, groomed the rubbish out of Stormy’s fur. “She will survive,” Said the she-cat. “Just like the other kits…”
