Neverending Journey

This story features gore, abuse, and other uncomfortable things to some viewers. If you are uncomfortable with these sort of ideas, you may skip this tale.
If you aren't uncomfortable with these...
Let the tale begin...
 
prologue
a tall male towered over the small kit. the kit seemed to shrink under his paws. a large yowl from outside the den made the tom let off his grasp of the kit, turning his attention to the figure coming inside the cave. they recieved friendly licks towards each other, purring. bodies squirmed around the single kit, and the female came, resting beside them.
lightning had struck the den near them, killing those who may have rested inside. the smell of burning had risen in the air, causing the small kit to sneeze. a chain reaction started, as all the bodies nudging him let out soft sneezes. 
they were his siblings, he would later learn.
it began here...
minutes later, water trickled down all the feline's backs, allowing the kits to protest, as the large figures tensed.  the female of the two started grabbing two of the four kits by the scruff, the male grabbing the kit and another. 
they immediately left the den, rain rivulets crashing on their once warm fur, and the kit squeezed its eyes shut. a river came close, and the kit sensed the river flowing and the loud noise. 
the kit seemed to feel the tensing of its parents, who were discussing how to get across. distinctive whispering came from them, and soon, the kit heard a body move, and realized it was the mother, carrying two of the four kits.
a shrill shriek came soon after, and the father dropped the kits to the ground, crashing. both kits started whimpering, no major damage done.
what was said next was horrifying. they were to remember it for years to come. "she's dead... the two kits.. dead...." came the father's voice, no higher than a quivering whisper. then, "all because of you!" his voice was higher now, and had an edged tone. he bit at the kits scruffs
this was the moment their lives changed..
and tossed them into the river, hissing. the kit clung to its sibling, mewing, feeling the water submerge it, grasping it. downstream was rough, but no rocks had collided with them. the kits were still holding on to each other, squealing with terror.
only a day later...
they were washed ashore only a day later, the sun barely reaching its way over the horizon and mountains. voices crowed around them as they reached the soft grass, coughing up mixtures of blood and water. the kits were still clung together, and the voices became louder, and shadows swerved around the kits.
a tall male came pouncing out. "what's this?" he grunted, sniffing the kits. the kit stiffened at the dry nose.
"t-two kits! we don't know where they came from, lionstar." came a nearby voice.
"take them to camp." lionstar mewed, grabbing the kit by the scruff. its sibling was carried beside it, in another feline's jaw.
the kits were taken to camp, examined, and then put in a den. voices kept swarming them, questions, comments, remarks, good and bad.
and then...
a feline dashed into the den. she licked the kits tentitively, warming them. lionstar yowled, calling a clan meeting. the feline grabbed both kits by their scruffs, dragging them to the rock. "we have two new kits today, and mothflower will be given the option to name them."
the queen looked down on the kits, and smiled. "i want to name this one blossomkit, and this one jack." 
lionstar smiled. "wise choices."
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chapter one
jack awoke, his crystal blue eyes wide. the white and brown fluffy fur stood straight up. mothflower was still asleep, and he shrugged. it was cold in the nursery today. he turned, and noticed that blossomkit had already awoken. his brother was rather fast at waking up. a yawn escaped jack's mouth, and the quiet chattering of songbirds enhanced the morning air.
jack despised mornings...
jack's brother, blossomkit was already up and about, and when blossomkit noticed jack was returning from slumber, he prodded his brother in the side. jack let out a groan, then a playful snort.
blossomkit pawed at jack, mischeviously, and jack heaved himself up on his four wobbly paws.
jack was terrible at balancing..
jack immediately plunged back on the grass below him with a thud. mothflower rustled beside jack, and blossomkit sat down, tail curled around his paws. jack curled up next to mothflower again, sullenly, and mothflower covered jack with warmth.
he also hated snuggles...
jack tried to resist the snuggles that mothflower had given, to no prevail. blossomkit flicked his tail in jack's face, rolling his eyes.
Category:Clans
Category:Cats
Category:Unfinished Stories