"RUN!" That was the last word Nova ever heard from her mother. Nova was only just goin through a small hole, to small for her mother, in a old cement wall as the dog rounded the corner. White froth spayed from there jowls. Her mother clawedon of the dogs in the eyes. That was when Nova ran. She kept running when she went into a gloomy forest. She kept running when a thorn stabed her paw. Slowly her mad sprint settled into a walk. She walked as if she was going to collapse at any minute. She walked for days. No food. She could'nt drink her salty tears. That was before she found out she had a gift. She could move things with her mind. She used her talent to catch mice, yet she was still to depresed to do any thing else then to walk. That was two weeks ago. The kits long, silver tabby pelt was stiff. It was knotted and twisted every which way. There was a trail of water droplet behind her as she walks. She stops moving and all the tears splat to the ground. Nova looked up to the sky, tears streaming down out of her fresh blue kit eyes, "why..." she whisered to the sky, "why them, why my mum and my dad?" she talked to nobody. With a fresh sob she kept walking into the forest. She did'nt know where she was going, she only knew that she had to start a new life. A life away from where her parents where killed by the dogs.
Nova , a kit with powers and an unknown future
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