[Teza]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Singe had moved closer to the small kit, and had crouched down in front of her so he could let his cold instilling yellow optics rest upon her tiny features. His eyes searched her all up and down, noting her every feature. He gave her a small smile before asking, a kind voice protruding forth from his mouth. "Where is your mother? You are by far too young to be alone out here in such a dangerous world." With his large paw, he stroked her face gently, almost like a caress.

And with a small squeak Gracklekit returned her answer. "Why I was chasing a butterfly. I don't think Birchstep knows I'm out here... But it's okay though I'm not afraid. I like it out here, it's much better than the boring camp."

Singe smiled his cold, menacing smile, one that flickered over her response greedily. The perfect answer. "Well, if your camp is so boring then why should you go back? Maybe you could stay with me for a while. Come, I will show you the magnificent River." He purred. So he stood up, raising back to his full height as he guided the eager kit towards the river. It was only once he was there was he disturbed. With Gracklekit playing in some shallows, Singe heard the noise behind him. His large ears flicked around, his tan furred head soon to follow. His yellow eyes narrowed, and a faint hiss escaped his maw.

Gracklekit, soon picking up on the feline, whipped around a bright smile on her face. "Mommy! Come here come here! This cat is showing me the river! Isn't it beautiful!?" She chirpped happily, beginning to scamper forwards. The only thing that hindered her from doing so was the quick movement of Singe as he snatched her up into the air. With a terrified and startled shriek, Gracklekit hung from the Syndicate cat's maw.

"Stay away. And I doubt I have to explain what happens if you don't listen."

(Sorry this is so short, I'm extremely tired xD)

The haterid in Birchstep's eyes changed in that moment to fear. She had to protect her kit in any way possible, but how could she if she couldn't move? She wasn't nearly fast enough to close the gap between herself and the obviously evil tom holding her kit, and she wasn't sneaky enough to get around him through the reeds for a sneak-attack. There was only one option.
"What do you want with my kit?" she asked, hissing. Her fur bristled to it's extent, making her look more like a puff-ball than anything scary. "If you want blood take mine, but leave my kit out of it!" she hissed loudly.