Ten months, she was barely ten months when Briar asked her. He begged and pleaded, desiring so much to have a family with the milky white fold. The molly turned him down though, proclaiming quite boldly she was not ready for something so serious. Briar hadn't taken the answer well. For once in her life, she realized how truly afraid of him she was. Staring up at him with wide golden eyes, she was terrified. He was going to hurt her, wasn't he? Her mentor always hurt her when she dared now listen to his every word. She to him, was nothing more then his pet. Wasn't she? How far had she let herself fall into their abusive relationship. How long had she allowed him to use her? She felt disgusted. Was she only worth the words he had told her. Wasn't she his princess? Didn't he love her? Her fearful gaze softened into a tearful sorrow as she shook her head, turning to run off.
``Where are you going!?`` Her fear turned to level eleven when the tom's anger filled tone barreled throughout the room. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as some never before seen fire lit within her chest. Her claws sheathed defensively. Turning her eyes over upon the large brown tom with shaky gaze. His tail was whipping behind him with the speed only fed by the rage building within his body. She flattened her ivory ears with a fearful step behind her. She had no clue what to do, she tried to take an escape. He stopped her pouncing upon her small form. Tears bubbled up upon her cheeks as he pressed his weight upon her spine. His voice slipped out, sounding like a poisoned honey. ``Don't worry hun, you'll make a great mom..`` He turned to slam swans head in, once it was knocked she let out a loud call. ``HELP!`` It echoed across the territory, Filling across the land tainted with her fear and sorrow. Soon her mind began to slip into oblivion, she needed help..hopefully one would here.