I wrote this. In my brain. I don’t know how. I think something is wrong with me. “What are we going to do with them?” asked a brown tabby tom. “I… I’m not sure, Canyonfoot…” responded a blue-gray queen. She stared sadly at the three brightly colored kits on the ground. Suddenly a third, younger cat walked into the medicine cat’s den. “Pricklepaw!” she shouted. “What should we do? You know Heatherstar will freak out when they see them!” “First aren’t you gonna clean them off? It’s disgusting, mouse-brains!” Pricklepaw gagged at the queen. “Fine. And it’s not mouse-brain, it’s Berrycoat, if you recall,” the queen retorted, kneeling down to bathe her kits. Berrycoat’s kits weren’t born on time. Quite early, in fact. It was clear the yellow kit wasn’t fully developed with only three usable legs, and the red and green ones were far too small. And all three had bright, blinding, unnatural looking pelts. Suddenly Pricklepaw’s ears pricked. She sprinted out of the den and moments later returned with an old, dark brown tom. “Emberspark? Why are you here?” Canyonfoot exclaimed. Emberspark looked expectantly at Pricklepaw. She cleared her throat. “Emberspark, these kits are underdeveloped. They were born super early or som…” The elder turned around. “I’m taking your kits to the twolegs. They can incubate them.” Based on Emberspark’s knowledge, it was clear to any cat he was once a kittypet. Berrycoat’s eyes widened in horror, shocked by the idea that her kits would be taken away from her. But as the idea settled in, she realized she had few other options. The queen nodded unhappily, closing her eyes as Emberspark grabbed her kits and exited the den. The twoleg shook his head at me. He yelled at his companion and kicked us into the water. At least Yeildkit’s leg was doing better. She could walk now. I turned around quickly so the mean twolegs would go away but I soon realized I was floating away from Yieldkit and Gokit. “Wai! Guys! Whewe awe you gowing?!” I shouted, but both of them were disappearing. Suddenly a big chunk of wet stuff engulfed me and everything turned dark. I woke up. Aching, I rolled onto my side. Something felt different. I saw newer, brighter colors. More than just the bright red of my pelt. My mouth was different, too. There were more teeth in there. And another thing. I was taller. Older. As as I pushed myself onto my feet, I realized, stronger, too. But lonely. Yieldkit and Gokit were no where to be seen, and all around me was burning hot sand. I stepped back a few paces until my paws were cool again in some sort of wetness. The cold was relieving, but soon my paws started to feel frozen. I tread back into the sand, attempting to improve the temperature. Suddenly I spotted grass and ran into it. /Perfect./ But not quite. I was starving, and thirsty, and alone.
Obviously I can’t finish this soon. It’s like a whole book. But it was fun to make so I shared it and I’ll work on it perhaps. Credit to @Linkscratchstar for characters and art Me for idea Feel free to use this idea with credit to me and Link This went from 6 views to 32 in a matter of 1 hour.
