The scarred tomcat padded through the mountains, his three kittens stumbling behind him as they descended to the lands below. When they reached the lower lands, the cat stretched out his limber body and paused to check over the kits. Three sets of eyes peered up at him, the cat flicking his half tail and leading them on. They traveled for days, scrounging on rats and carrion, until they neared the potential end of their journey. It took a while for the kits and their father to reach their destination, an abandoned town full of derelict buildings and rats galore. “Papa, what is that horrid smell?” A silver furred Tom kit spoke in disgust, his nose wrinkling at the stench of sewage.
“That would be a rat nest,” spoke the tom cat. “Sewage, to be precise. A two-leg thing to get rid of their waste. Now hush Wolf. We seek to join a clan.”
“Assuming they’ll let us in. We’re filthy.”
“Nothing a bath won’t fix,” muttered a tawny-beige kit with black stripes, giving his brother a side glance and causing the biggest cat’s fur to bristle. Beside him, their sister lay between her brothers, watching their surroundings with fear.
“Oi! Anyone gonna let us in?!”