/CLAP/ The young, gray-furred she-cat jumped at the sudden burst of thunder, her fur thoroughly soaked by the harsh storm. Glancing downwards, she licked each of her three tiny kits, feeling a slight twinge of regret for what was to come. … "There," the she-cat muttered under her breath, squinting to see her last kit's shape outlined against the Twoleg's door through the heavy downpour. "Sorry, little one... but I /have/ to do this." With that, she swiftly turned and sprinted away, trying to ignore the wailing mews ringing in her ears. The tears spilling over her muzzle were thankfully muffled by the storm, which was slowly starting to let up. Hopefully her kits wouldn't run into any trouble alone...
Note: This is my first story, please no hate! (read the Instructions, this is not a comic) Leave any suggestions in the comments. Those will be gladly taken into thought! Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/748248819 Previous: this is the first one First: you're here! All art and words by @Silverstream501 The Erin Hunter team for the original series
