~It wasn't meant t{o} be...~

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    It was a sun-shower on a humid Greenleaf day when it happened. The she-cat couldn't take it anymore. She didn't need this kit, didn't want this kit, never intended for it to even come into existence...


    Then why was it so hard to give it up?


    The loner she-cat gave the trembling one-moon-old-kit one last lick before dropping it at the Shadowclan border, tears streaming down her face. "His name is Spite,"she called out. "I'm sorry," she sighed. The she-cat turned tail and left, leaving her wailing kit behind. Spite was looking for his mother, she had suddenly disappeared. The kit was still unable to open his eyes, but he had grown attached to his mother's bittersweet scent, and it was suddenly pulled away from him. The little kit had a big slash down his face from his mother when she had unleashed all her anger out on him.


    That was probably why she left.


    Spite knew his mother didn't want him, but it was worth a try trying to get her back. "Mama!?" he wailed, frantically scenting the air. "Mama! I'm sorry, I'll be a better son, I'll be useful to you, I'll make you love me! Just please, come back!! Mama!! Please!" Spite's shrieking was useless. His mother was gone. Spite tried opening his eyes or following her scent, but nothing worked. "Help!! Help me find my mama! Help!!" he cried.

    Serendipity was crouched, low to the ground, hidden in a clump of grass. Last mission, they saved an insane, possibly dangerous rogue. Who knew what unpleasant surprises this one held? Still, at the sound of the kit's voice, her expression softened. It was a kit. Only a kit. She rose slowly and padded towards it.

    Malik, though he had seemingly disappeared from the Cult seemed to materialize from the bushes. "What a shame." his voice seemed to whisper, it reminded him much of his own past, not understanding why one was not good enough for their own parents. He scented the air and padded forward to the kit when he was sure there were no hostiles around. He bent down and rasped his tongue over the tiny kit with such a tender gentleness that had never been fully seen in the massive, dark furred Maine Coon and most certainly not in the past weeks, not since Charlie had joined the Cult. In truth it was a touching, heart warming thing to witness.

    Star came out from the bushes and gasped as she saw the kit. The bundle fo herbs she was holding dropped from her muoth in surprise. Quickly she picked up the herbs and ran over to the kit's side.


    "Are you okay," she asked in a hushed voice her eyes glanced around for her mentors, but she didn't see them.


    ooc: low muse

    Serendipity padded up to the others. "His name is Spite. He was just abandoned." Her voice was emotionless- if she let any emotion show, she would probably start crying. "And he's probably afraid of us." She stepped back, lowered herself so that she was on the kits level, and looked Spite in the eye. "Spite, you're safe with us. We're Phyla's Cult, and we're here to help."

    Serendipity shrugged. "Why don't we ask him? Spite, I know you're scared, but we need to know if you are injured so that, if you are, we can heal you." She kept her tone soft and comforting.

    Malik's eyes narrowed and his ears flattened, "That no good shecat! Abandoning her son like that!" he spat angrily, obviously feeling just as personally as the kit might in some time. "How could she leave him, and name him with a name of such bitterness! I have half a mind to chase her down, but the kit is what is important." he got a faraway look in his eyes, "He will need someone to help, to understand in the deepest of ways. Forever searching for a purpose and someone to guide him..."

    "Mallik shut up you're scaring the kit," Star growled playfully then nodded to Serendipity.


    ooc: low muse

    Malik's attention snapped to Star, playfulness not in his gaze, only bitter pain and experience, "This is not a joking matter." he snapped then his voice softened as he glanced back at the kit, "I will take care of him."

    "I-I'm not hurt, except for the scar on my face. But I think it's healed now."Spite mewed. He listened very closely to Malik's words, as the tom cat was seemingly the nicest out of all the cats."Wait, we aren't going to find my mama?"Spite kept listening, then nodded. "Where am I?" he asked, confusion in his voice. "And who are you?" Spite wished he still had his mother's warm belly to cuddle up to.

    "No I can you may be older, but you don't live with the cult so why would you care? No wait Phyla can decide she is going to have her kits soon maybe she can take care of him." she meowed softly then she turned her attention to spite, "Can I take a look at your scar abyways just to amek sure it has healed?"


    ooc: low muse

    Malik looked gently down at the little tom kit. His long dark fur brushed against the young kit, soothing and warm. "I would like to go after your mother but that is up to," he swallowed, "Our leader...Phyla."
    Malik rounded on her, "I am the best suited for taking care of, and helping him! And just because. Don't live with the cult doesn't meani don't care about our mission! And as far as Spite here, I can more than understand what he is going through! Or are you one of the cats who didn't eavesdrop on my arguement with Phyla where I opened up about my past?!"
    Malik's eyes grew bitter, "And Phyla will be busy enough leading the cult and taking care of Charlie's kits."
    He turned back to the kit, "We are member's of Phyla's Cult. I am Malik." he paused to taste the air, "And it would seem we are by the Shadowclan border."

    Serendipity nodded at Malik's statement. Yes, they were quite close to Shadowclan. Her first concern was Malik, though. If he insisted upon taking this kit, he would not be able to participate in missions, because kits must be constantly supervised. If Phyla took Spite in, then she would be no more burdened, plus she would have milk for him. She decided that, if all this occurred to her, it would no doubt be evident to Malik, so she decided to wait for him to change his mind. For now, at least.

    "I don't know what you went through, but I was the runt of the litter and always fed the least so I know how it feels to be abandoned by your parents in a way," she meowed flicking her tail. She bent down near the kit and gave it a gentle lick.


    Star turned her attention back to Mallik, "you may know what spite is going through, but that doesn't mean you would be able to take care of a kit and he still needs milk so what are you gonna do," Star mewed to him.

    Malik's eyes blazed and his nostrils flared with anger, "At least your parents fed you! It was up to myself to scrounge for food in dumpsters to feed myself! At least you didn't have littermates and complete strangers that bullied you bothe physically and mentally to the edge of insanity while your parents stood by doing nothing other than planning how to get rid of you, be it by death or chasing you out as a helpless kit!"


    Malik left much unspoken. He already cared very much for the kit. If Phyla took Spite in as one of her own, as was the only thing that could happen with a cat who had such a compactly to care as Phyla, Charlie would too. Malik would not allow another cat he cared about be stolen by Charlie. The kit would grow up feeling for Charlie, closer to those of a father than he would for Malik. He probably would never have kits because he loved Phyla but could never become her mate.

    "Well I was left to die because of the fact all I got from freshkill was the tail and as you would know it doesn't have any meat on it and I never got to know what my mother's milk tasted like only for the first month of my life I was immediately weaned off it and given tails of the prey," Star snarled her fur bristling in anger. Her temper was going to explode soon if Mallik didn't apoligize about sayting that atleast she got food because she didn't get very much and sometimes nothing.

    Malik snarled angrily, "You try getting not a 6 foot high twoleg dumpster as a 1 moon old kit! I may have been fed, but only because I could manage to. The moment my eyes and ears were open I was denied milk. Not weaned off it, denied." he said then squared he shoulders, "I know you are waiting for me to apologize for what I said but I will not apologize for the truth."

    "But just because you know hoe Spite feels doesn't mean you could take care of him. tHe entire cult should be responsible for him," Star growled as she licked and groomed spite's fur gently.

    Serendipity stepped up to Malik. "Listen, Malik, I'm sorry, but Phyla needs to care for this kit. But I have an idea. You could take the role of Spite's father. Okay? You'd always tell him the truth, that Phyla cared for him, and that you did, too. You wouldn't have to let someone else raise a kit that you genuinely care about."