A Little Monster In The Valley
Zeek padded through the trees, a small kit dangling in his jaws. The little scrap of fur wasn’t even a day old. Anyone who didn’t know any better would think this kit had been mauled and burned, as she was covered in marks that looked like burns and scars. But no. She was born this way. And that’s why she was being carried through the forest, without her littlermates and without her mother. Because her mother didn’t want a kit like her.
Zeek felt horrible about it, but what could he do? He wasn’t a queen. If he thought he could raise this kit himself, he’d be stupid. So, he found a cool spot that was shaded from the vicious waves of the sun and laid her in a tuft of grass. Feeling warmth fade away, the kit started to mewl loudly.
Zeek paused and opened his mouth to scent the air until cat scent filled his nostrils.
Well, hopefully whoever was coming would take care of his little sister. Zeek turned and bounded off, disappearing into the forest.
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