Romance (A love story)

Before I begin, I must give credit to two of my best friends, jammer0096m and fluf42, and our rogue roleplay. This roleplay gave me the idea, and the character Soot is just out of that roleplay.
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsy8yzO8YWA&list=PLtzah_dj5hUXk--M73cM1oq8twaKW_Axe&index=11
== Prolouge ==
Chapter is about- The 4 main character's backstories in individual paragraphs.
"Soot."
Rain splattered hard against the roof of a cave. Inside was a pack of rogues. "The other rogue pack can't attack us here, Soot, Timber, and Lotus, my dears.." A queen soothed her fearful kits. A thunder cracked in the distance, making the kits alert and fearful more. Suddenly, a war-cry of a cat rang through the cave, and many cats stormed into the it. In the lead was an orange cat. "Blaze." A blue cat walks up to the cat who had war-cried, and that cat was the orange one referred to as Blaze. "The famous firecracker as they say. The only cat who had enough interest to create fire from sticks and rubbing them together." The blue cat addressed him. "Sky. The only rogue cat who ever wanted peace." Blaze spat. Sky, the blue tom, nodded. Suddenly, Blaze smirked, and the back row of cats threw a flaming stick inside their flammable camp. The foggy air filled it to the brim at that moment, and cats began choking and coughing. Blaze smirked, and ran deeper in. He snarled towards all the queens and their kits, "You're coming with me." They all willingly followed, tears running down a few's faces. Before long, they were at Blaze's camp. The three kits addressed earlier, Soot, Lotus, and Timber, were separated from the others with their mother and father. They watched in horror as their parents were slaughtered in front of their eyes, and they were tied in tough vines. After awhile of crying, Timber gathered courage, and managed to claw out of his vines. He let his sisters out, and they escaped. They traveled nonsensically, before Lotus catching greencough and dying, and Timber leaving Soot thinking she was too weak. "I Don't care a thing about you, Soot." He spat, leaving her.
"Night."
"Isn't he a beautiful kit, Honeysuckle?" A white tom purred. Next to him was a pale-furred shecat and a small black kit. "We adopted him, and he shall be more beautiful than any other tom, and more skilled." The rogue queen coos. The small black kit had a white dot on his chest, forehead, and just before his tail. He was busy rolling around and playing with a leaf. "He's almost apprentice age." Another couple walked up with their shekit, who joined in with play with Night. "You brang Soul to play? How nice." Honeysuckle purred. A few moons later, Night and Soul were walking around in the forest. Suddenly, a dog ran up, snarling. A battle begun as Night fearlessly ran up and claws his muzzle. The dog ran up further with a loud yelp and picks up the weaker cat, Soul. He ran off, Night chasing him just behind, before the dog took a sharp turn into the bushes. Night had lost him, collapsing, and whimpering. "Soul..." He murmurs. "I'll never forget you...!" He wails. As Night staggered through the woods, he saw the abandon body of Soul, and he picks her up. Night buried her next to a cave that he would stay in, and mourned over her for a night and a day.
"Snow."
"She's blind. A blind daughter. How bad." A tom spat to his mate. "It's your mother's fault, do not blame me." The shecat aggressively snarled, licking her kit with a sad expression. "Her name is Snow and she's your daughter." The shecat added sharply and without fear. The tom growled, walking off. "My daughter? You'll have to care for her alone. I refuse to father such a kit." The tom snorted. The mother cried salty tears a moment before curling tightly around her kit as snow began to fall. The shecat looks up. "Snow? Is this a sign for my kit to have a good life, my kit named Snow?" The shecat gasps. "I, Flower, to have a healthy kit?" The shecat, Flower, murmurs. Flower licks her fuzzy kit with sudden joy. Snow wriggles around, opening her pure white eyes. Flower smiled without doubt. "She's healthy. She's beautiful. She doesn't deserve a horrible father." Flower murmurs. The pure white kit attempted to stand but wobbled and fell again. The young queen laughs. "You're too young for that, my kit." She soothes as if Snow were to understand.
"Wolf."
The dog snarled at a queen, her mate, and two unnamed kits. The kits had recently opened their eyes, and standing wasn't their strong spot. The tom leaps, clawing and biting until her hits the dog unconscious. "Run!" He shouted. The queen took her two kits, running with tears. They collapse on a rock far away. "I shall name you Wolf and Lizard.." She murmurs to her kits while crying, licking them vigorously. Wolf had a bit scar on his shoulder, and Lizard had a tail that was cut in half. Both were squealing. After a minute, the queen saw ants reaching for Lizard's tail, and she cried harder. "Lizard.. You're destined to die, I suppose!" The queen wails. She picks up Wolf and ran off. Lizard indeed died in a few hours, and the queen died of grief, leaving Wolf alone. Wolf began to travel, looking for shelter.
== Chapter 1 ==
"Hey, Night, are you okay?" A slick black shecat with white ears and legs pads up to a pitch black tom who had three white dots. The tom didn't reply. "Tell me." The shecat urges, icy blue eyes turning into a glazed intimidating look that would easily scare anycat. "None of your business, Soot." He spat. Nearby in a tree a tom who had fluffy grey fur laughed a bit. The starry sky glimmered, leaving splotches of beautiful illuminating light on each of their pelts. The pink cherry leaves of the skinny tree fell every once and awhile. A pure white shecat with white eyes gently walks up to Night. She gently set one of the pink flowers in front of him, blinking her soft eyes. Night looks at the flower, a disgraced look on his face, then stood. "We should all go to bed." He meows loudly. The grey cat walks down from his tree, walking up. "Yeah. Come on Snow, Soot, Night." The fluffy tom meows, and they all get ready for bed by fluffing their nests and getting comfortable. "Hey, Snow, How you feeling?" The cloudy grey tom asks the pure white one. She blushed, her head tilting towards the ground. "I'm okay, Thanks, Wolf.." Snow murmurs. Her voice was beautiful and soft, And Snow was the pure image of beauty in a cat.
Snow fell softly as the four cats fell asleep. Suddenly, Night stood, and snuck out. Soot blinks sleep from her eyes, and blending into the night, she snuck after him. They ended up in the forest, the snow draping the ground like a soft white blanket. Soot hid in the bushes, watching in confusement. He dug up the body of a beautiful grey shecat, crying silently. For some unknown reason, Soot felt jealousy hit her like a rocket, clawing into her desperate soul.
Chapter in construction.
Category:Cats