You should listen to this st[o]ry (Advanced please)

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    OOC: Well, struck and his family were token by Bone clan, they killed the kits and wife, but Struck hid one kit, he escaped, but from this day on, he is still broken hearted.


    Struck lay down, a small grey kit resting on his paws, the pink sky spread across the camp like a tidal wave, he woke up, and stiffed a yawn, the kit did exactly the same. Struck licked his kit on the cheek, and smiled, they both watched as many animals woke up from their glorious sleep. Struck then got up, but was still on his haunches, yet again, the kit did the same!

    "Oh, Hi!,"Struck meowed, warily as he rubbed his eyes, the kit did the same, but stifled another yawn.

    "Only if you want, you seem to have some kits planned for it already,"Struck meowed, staring at the swollen belly.

    Cory smiled weakly, and looked at the ground.
    "I dont know, my exmate, is out to kill them, i dont think they'll live.
    Sooo it's beter if my milk goes to a worthy cause," she mewed.
    She was almost in tears when she curled around the shivering kit,
    she huddled it towards her swollen stomach to feed.

    Shiningkit felt so off, lately. It wasn't like him--but it was becoming regular for him to be annoyed, irratated. And he didn't like it. So he was moping around in the nursery, making sure to stay a distance away from his mother, when he noticed the new kit and Struck. Padding towards them, he meowed sarcastically, "Another kit, huh?"

    Struck turned his head away from the she-cat and stared down at the small, enthusiastic kit"Yes and he does not have a name!,"He meowed, drooping his head abit. The kit stared at the she-cats belly, and started to suckle on it, milk he had hardly tasted made its way into his mouth.

    Shiningkit looked down at the kit with dim interest, wondering what this new one was thinking. He wish he could tell it that kithood was lame--at least, his was. Hopefully, this kit didn't have stupid, stupid parents--but then again, this kit wouldn't have Collisioncourse. Smiling to himself, he bent down lower, peering at the little kit.

    The kit, who was suckling, transparently did not have a name. Struck lay, and pawed the ground awkwardly, he looked at the kit"You okay?,"He asked the older one.

    Struck whipped his head back to her"You can carry on, it looks like he is starving!,"He meowed, watching as the kit gulped down the milk with a grin plastered on its small face.

    Cory hissed at his frightfull tone, then, scared she might have scared the little kit, she bent down and licked the kit, reashuring it, that it was fine.
    She felt a kick. Cory's eyes widened. THE KITS WERE COMING!