"Sparrow! Wake up!" A voice said. Sparrow woke up. "Hhhuhhh..?" He groaned quietly. "sh-shimmer?" He said, as his eyes adjusted to the light. "N-no." The cat said. "She's not here." His eyes started to adjust, and he realized that it wasn't shimmer, his mother. But it was storm. His littermate "Why where is she?" Sparrow asked. Storm looked the right, which was where his mother would be sleeping. Something was wrong. "I'll tell you later," he said. "But for now, we need to find something for our leader to eat." Sparrow shivered at the thought of their leader, Scourge. The ambitious rogue who had once been a small kit, but turned into a deadly monster. They headed to a streetwalk, to scavenge for some scraps of two leg food. Sparrow's black fur gleamed in the sunshine. He sniffed the air. Suddenly, he caught a scent. "Over there." He said. " I smell it too," his littermate said. They followed the scent to an alley, and there lay the food, in a small brown, paper bag. They walked over to it. "Storm," sparrow said. Storm looked at him. "What happened to our mother?" He asked. Storm sighed, " our mother? Scourge killed her because she didn't bring enough food for him. He got angry." No. He thought. NO. MOTHER'S DEAD?! End of chapter.
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