A Twisted Face

"Oh my gosh!" The blue she-cat screamed, "It- It's HIDEOUS!"
The black tabby tom stared at the kitten, "It's-" His snout scrunched in utter disgust-"Deformed.. Look at that EYE. Mangled.. Oof..." He snarled.
The blue she-cat stared at the kit some more. She shoved him away from her other suckling daughters gingerly, as if he would infect them. "Oh, Whisper." She sighed tragically. "What're we going to DO with the thing??"
"I'll tell you WHAT, Iceshard. We'll throw him out in the snow." He told her quietly. "No one will ever know the creature EXISTED. He won't survive long out there, and he'll be off our paws." He purred.
Iceshard smiled at Whisper, "OH, Whisper. Bless your heart, I'm so glad you aren't like some fathers.." SHe nuzzled the 3 other she-kits. "Well, these three are absolutely GORGEOUS, and I'm SURE they'll make us proud," she purred. "Now- Go get rid of the hideous creature!" She snapped.
"Where do I put him?" Whisper grabbed the largest cat of the litter- the only tom.
"I don't CARE where you put it!" She hissed, curling around her other kits. "Just get him outtta my SIGHT!" Whisper rolled his eyes at his mate's attitude and ran out into the snow, taking no care to be gentle with the precious bundle he was carrying- the newborn kit. He plopped him into a snow-drift by the side of the road.
"Goodbye," He snarled softly to him, although he knew the kitten couldn't hear or understand. "In another world, perhaps you would've made us proud."
He turn and whisked away, going back to Iceshard in the cozy den, with their beautiful daughters, leaving their son for good. This was the end of him... Or was it?
A brown tom peered out from behind a bush, after Whisper had left. He looked curiously at the snow-drift, wondering what it was.
He was supposed to be scavenging for food, his mate was expecting kits, which were to be born any day. But his curiosity overcame him, and he gingerly went over.
He brushed away the snow, revealing the tiny kitten. It mewled pityfully, and he gasped in surprise. Who would leave a kitten out in the snow..? Then he noticed the side of his face. He couldn't resist a cringe at the sight. The kit's left eye was discolored, and wide. It was and inch lower then it should be on his face, giving him a freak look.
But something in his heart made him pick up the small kitten. Mistleberry would be willing to care for one more, surely.
To his shock and delight, Mistleberry kits were coming once he got back. The birth was quick.. But their 1 son, their only kit, died minutes after birth. Mistleberry was heart-broken.
Maybe that helped her decision to care for this one, and they took him in as their son. They called him "Twitch", for his shivering when they had found him.
He grew into a quick and clever cat, but even Mistleberry and James could plainly see he was filled with sadness and anger. They didn't keep it a secret from him about how he was found. They believed keeping it as a secret was worse. Passing kittypets or rouges would meet Twitch and stare.. AND stare.. And STARE at his face, until James or Mistleberry ushered Twitch along and to stop glaring defiantly at them.
Twitch lived under James and Mistleberry's care for 6 moons... Until the tragic day. Twitch came back with his father laughing, as he told jokes, to see the dog with Mistleberry being shook like prey from the beast's jaws.
James lept at the dog to save his mate, telling Twitch to run and wait in the clearing by the woods. James didn't come back... And neither did Mistleberry. Twitch ran to the spot he had last seen them after what seemed an hour... But no one was there, not even the dog. Only blood. Jame's and Mistleberry's fur. And the strong scent of twolegs and dog, and the reek of fear, death, and a monster.
♦A Week Later♦
A tabby rouge, with scars crossing his chest and nicked ears, and a rugged look was the cat who found him shivering under the bush.
"Well, what do we have HERE?" Max barked a laugh in his deep voice. "Kid, you've got a screwed-up face."
Twitch snarled. "Well, I KNOW that. You have a problem with it?" He stood up, glaring, and unsheathed his claws. Grief was welled inside him at Jame's and Mistleberry's loss.
"Woah, there, kid!" Max laughed. "Ok, ok, I get it. But what're you doing out here?"
Twitch stared at his claws. "I-.... Lost my family." James and Mistleberry were what he considered his parents. They had been the best to him.
Max smiled in a comforting way sadly, sympathy now gleaming in his sharp dark blue eyes. "What's your name, kid?" He asked.
"Don't have one." He lied with a hiss. He didn't want this cat to make fun of his past name. Was Twitch his past life, now?
"I'll call you Jagger then, kid. That was the name of my old friend, he was just as feisty as you."
He took him in, and trained him up hard. Jagger became extremely skilled in fighting, especially. He became feared in the neighborhood, and he took pride in that. Any cat who made a hostile move toward him would end up with his cheek slashed from ear to muzzle. Jagger loved to hear Max's praise.
But one day, it all went to far. A particular bully of a cat, Huck, made Jagger's temper suddenly snap. "You're a stupid deformed kittypet! Everyone's afraid of you- But only because of your FREAKY FACE!" Huck yowled to Jagger.
He had lunged at him, and they tussled on the ground roughly. Jagger had grown a lot- He was a fully-grown, muscular cat now. "SHUT UP!" Jagger snarled. "Just SHUT UP! You don't know ANYTHING!"
The nearby rouges and kittypets gathered. Some where yelling, "Stop!!" Or chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"
Jagger hid his tears by anger as he fought Huck. Finally, he had him pinned. Hatred gleamed in his eyes as he leaned forward to hiss, "You'll be sorry NOW. You'll be sorry you ever said a WORD to me."
Max tried to pull Jagger off Huck, but he wouldn't budge. ~VIOLENCE WARNING~ He slashed his claws viciously across Huck's throat, and the tom let out a gurgle before falling limp, lifeless, onto the ground. Jagger had KILLED him.
It was silent. The cats stared at Jagger, and he backed off Huck, horrified slightly by his action.
Max stared at him, finally saying hoarsely, "Kid.. You're deranged. You're messed up. You KILLED him." Max shook his head in disbelief, backing away.
"I'm sorry I trained you up to be a murderer. I'm ashamed of myself." He shook his head. "Get out of here, Jagger. And don't come back." The words stung worse then knives.
Jagger hissed, ashamed. He didn't give up his pride, and didn't show his hurt and shame. "I've always hated you anyways, Max." He hissed savagely, although he had really loved Max. He ran away from all the stares and glares, out of his home he had known.
He traveled far away, where he had come to Snowclan's territory. He was hunting on their land when he had met their patrol.. 
Stay tuned! Shatteredsoul's story doesn't end here...
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(Snowclan)
~Pics~
Jagger/Twitch/Shatteredsoul (Without weird eye, of course.)
James
Mistleberry
Max
Whisper
Iceshard
Category:Cats