Lost white kitten

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    Abel stalked stiffly through the underbrush, his stomach low to the ground as he hid from the scents of other nearby cats. The length of his thick white fur dragged gently through the snow, it's healthy fullness a clear indication of his domestic past. His eyes, flitting backward and forth with unmeasurable uncertainty betrayed his act of cool confidence.

    Dogclaw sat silently On top a rock, the old loner was scanning the surrounding forest with icy blue eyes. He was big and menacing, covered head to toe in horrible scars. His fur once full and fluffy was matted and broken up by his scars. His ears perked at the tiny sounds of movement and got down into a crouch, working his way down the rock face quietly. He wondered if it was a mouse but it sounded much to clumsy to be a mouse.

    Abel felt the cold beneath his tiny paws, shivering with cold and fear. He had to find shelter soon, or he would surely die. Staggering through the dense bracken, he caught the nearby scent of some unfimilar cat. Giving up all pride, he let out a pitiful mewl. "help."

    Dogclaws torn ears flicked up and he lifted his head. He got out of the hunting crouch. He hadn't been able to smell the kit since he was unwind from it.
    Dogclaw cautiously moved through the bushes, he didn't want to bump into an angry mother after all. Soon he found the kit, the large old tom towered over him.
    "What are you doing here?" He asked in a deep, scratchy voice. As if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

    humming softly a small gold tabby padded happily through the thick undergrowth as she followed a much larger black tom, her pale green orbs taking in the sights around her. flicking her plumy tail the she-cat picked up her pace, padding briskly next to the black tom "were are we going spidersplash?" she questioned, spidersplash sighed as he rolled his yellow orbs "I already told you goldpetal, we're leaving this starclan forsaken forest" he replied, tail lashing in anger.

    Abel looked up at the tom towering over him. His eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and cold. "I'm running away from my owner." He felt his pelt thick with snow, and feebly tried to shake it from him. he looked up at his older companion. "will you help me?"

    perking her ears goldpetal stopped in her tracks, tail swishing behind her "did you hear that?" she questioned, turning her gaze on her brother "hear what?" spidersplash growled, the fur rising on his shoulders and spine as he looked around "I hear voices" she replied "and they sound close!" goldpetal added before bolting away from spidersplash. growling the large tom chased after the small she-cat "goldpetal you shouldn't be running like this when your expecting kits!" he yowled, not bothering to be quiet as he followed his sister, worry clouding his eyes.

    Dogclaw stared at the kit as if weighing his options. Dogclaw was a loner, he could hardly care for a lost kit. Still at the sound of another cat rushing towards them he panicked and grabbed the kit by his scruff, dashing away from the noise. He didn't have enough time to judge the scent of the other cat he just knew it was a cat.

    The russian blue walked nonchalantly through snow, trekking through the snow, smelling a two toms, a kit, and a she-cat, but thinking nothing of it as it was probably a family or small group from a clan. She continued walking through the undergrowth, nearly running into a tom dashing in her direction with a kit in his jaws, jumping to the right so she didn't run into him and the kit. Rolling her eyes, she sat down, grooming herself, licking the snow out of her pelt, laying down as a female dashed by, catching a bit of a sentence. Willow watched the strange scene with curiosity, whiskers twitching.

    unable to keep up with the other feline goldpetal slowed down, panting as she came to a stop "are you crazy!" spidersplash snarled once he caught up to the small queen "sorry, it's just..." she trailed off, huffing as she tried to catch her breath "just what" the black tom snarles "I though I smelt a kit" goldpetal huffed.