[WARNING: If you are under the age of 7, this series is not recommended for you. Don’t say you weren’t warned] “Please! I beg you!” a desperate cry burst out into the dark room. “NO,” came the reply. “It was final.” A gray cat, surrounded with darkness, came forth. “You and sister and your horrible rules!” the first voice cried. The sound came from a peach, solid-colored cat, her face the exact description of agony. “You must not speak of the Queen like that,” the gray cat said calmly, “she is not our sister anymore. She is better.” “It doesn’t matter!” the peach cat said, her voice rising to a scream. “You never cared about what happened to anyone else! You only do this to please sister! For fame!” “That may be true, but at least I follow the rules. You, on the other hand, you are trying to escape this kingdom. With two kits that shouldn’t be alive, to add on to that.” “Well these kits are mine!” the first cat screamed. “Your betrayal makes it hurt to even say your name, Slate! Mother would be disappointed in you!” Slate narrowed his eyes. “Oh really? I believe that mother would be more disappointed in a traitor who is about to flee her homeland, all because of a few two kits, /Peach/.” This seemed to light a new flame in Peach’s blazing mind. She sprang at Slate, screaming, “You wouldn’t understand! /You/ never had kits of your own!” Slate dodged nimbly, landing a scratch on her flank. “So I didn’t,” he replied, “So? The kits you have here, one of them is strangely colored, and they are both heirs to the Queen, who has ordered for all her heirs to be executed at birth.” “/I don’t care!/” Peach screeched. “You can go and report this as far as I’m concerned! I’m leaving!” The sound of doors banging closed confirmed her departure. But as the darkness returned one more, the last speck of light fell on one thing. A small jagged scar on Slate’s tail, unnoticed and unnoticeable.
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