- Jul 22, 2023
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In the hushed realm of Windclan territory, a poignant tale of sadness unfolded under the moon's watchful gaze. There, amidst the sweeping expanse of heather and grass, cowered a tiny figure by the marked border - a fragile kitten named Red. His fur, a canvas of red and brown patterns, shimmered in the moonlight, accentuating the sorrowful glimmer of his big green eyes.
Red's origin was a secret his parents intended to keep. Born to young adult kittypets, his father, Major, a proud Somali, concealed their bond for reasons he couldn't fully explain. Meanwhile, his mother, Bee, a determined Moggy, harbored resentment towards the tom who had left her feeling abandoned and burdened by the struggles of motherhood. A heated argument shared between the two prior to their ventures had culminated in this very moment.
As the night winds rustled through their coats, Bee and Major stood hesitantly at the border, their hearts heavy with emotions they couldn't bring themselves to articulate. A tearful gaze and trembling paws revealed Major's turmoil as he gently placed the fragile bundle, Red, on the ground. But Bee, consumed by her bitterness and defiance, refused to utter a single word, her cold gaze averted from her own child.
"Be strong, my son," Major whispered, his voice choked with emotion, as Bee struggled to find her resolve. "You will have a chance, a new life among the clans."
The pain and confusion in Red's innocent eyes was undeniable, a silent plea for the love and warmth that had been so suddenly withdrawn. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, his parents turned away, melting into the starlit horizon, leaving him alone and gutted emotionally.
Red's anguished wails resounded through the night, reverberating with a heartbreaking urgency. He clung to the hope that his parents would return, that this was just a temporary parting. But the truth remained - he had been abandoned, left to fend for himself in a world unknown.
Red's origin was a secret his parents intended to keep. Born to young adult kittypets, his father, Major, a proud Somali, concealed their bond for reasons he couldn't fully explain. Meanwhile, his mother, Bee, a determined Moggy, harbored resentment towards the tom who had left her feeling abandoned and burdened by the struggles of motherhood. A heated argument shared between the two prior to their ventures had culminated in this very moment.
As the night winds rustled through their coats, Bee and Major stood hesitantly at the border, their hearts heavy with emotions they couldn't bring themselves to articulate. A tearful gaze and trembling paws revealed Major's turmoil as he gently placed the fragile bundle, Red, on the ground. But Bee, consumed by her bitterness and defiance, refused to utter a single word, her cold gaze averted from her own child.
"Be strong, my son," Major whispered, his voice choked with emotion, as Bee struggled to find her resolve. "You will have a chance, a new life among the clans."
The pain and confusion in Red's innocent eyes was undeniable, a silent plea for the love and warmth that had been so suddenly withdrawn. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, his parents turned away, melting into the starlit horizon, leaving him alone and gutted emotionally.
Red's anguished wails resounded through the night, reverberating with a heartbreaking urgency. He clung to the hope that his parents would return, that this was just a temporary parting. But the truth remained - he had been abandoned, left to fend for himself in a world unknown.
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