@Cascade- *casually changes from Fallow to Rune because she loves water* Backstory- "It's getting worse every minute, Harold." A tan she-cat looked at her mate. "Are the kits alright? Have they eaten the thyme?" Harold looked somewhat troubled. "Yes, they've eaten. They look fine." Harold looked at a tan kit with a white tail-tip and ears, black only showing as a cheek stripe. "Except Walk. She hasn't eaten. Race, what shall we do?" Race's eyes were locked onto the gray clouds, the storm getting worse every second. "We must lea-" A shot of lighting hit the shelter, right in the corner where Walk was lying. A bloody gash on her back was bleeding heavily. Race grasped onto Walk and one of her sisters, going by the name Salt. "Let's go. Get Harry and Ronald. Katee and Nathan are old enough to walk on their own." Grasping Harry and Ronald, Harold raced to catch up with his mate, Katee not far behind. Then they reached a stone mountain. "The kits'll be too heavy, Race." Harold meowed. Katee grasped Walk from her mother's jaws, Nathan grasping onto Ronald. Each carrying one small, little kit, they set off. Rock after rock, stone after stone. Once they finally reached grass, they dropped the kits onto the ground. Walk's gash still bled. A lighting strike hit Race right in the neck, as her head was arched up. The strike, which left blood splattered all over the she-cat's neck, killed her, as she collapsed. Harold raced over to his mate, yet, the grassy area was thin and slippery. His paws slid himself over the edge, diving into the water below. He later drowned. Katee and Nathan, shocked by their parents' sudden death, set off to tend for the 4 young. Salt, Jack, Quill, and Walk. Walk's gash kept getting infected day by day. Salt died of starvation. Jack fell out of Nathan's jaws once, falling into a nearby river, drowning. Quill and Walk were the only ones left. "Walk's not going to survive, Katee! Just throw her in the river. She doesn't deserve life anymore." Katee glared at Nathan. "Murduring my own SISTER? Who is only about 3 weeks OLD? Uh, NO." Katee and Nathan kept arguing and arguing. For 3 days, in-between sleep, one of them started up an argument and the other would give in. Neither of them hunted. Quill then died of starvation. When Katee went to check on the kits, Quill was dead. "Look what you DID!" Katee yowled to Nathan. wip aha
