Twisting Paths

Three Cats, Three Unique Destinies
Parsnip, Tadpole, and Rainy are born into a twoleg home, their mother a stray cat that died during their birth, confused, the kittens leave home and find themselves on a twisting path. They find themselves isolated on their travel through life.
Prologue
The stray she-cat brushed through a small opening between a large can filled with fowl-smelling prey and twoleg junk and a weathered down white wall, it scraped against her body and rain hit her body as the shade of her den, made of the twoleg junk that she finds.
The stray had a pale brown pelt, shaggy from all of her time out of safety of a twoleg home. She has white patches across her body, one striking her tail and curling over the top of her head, it circles one of her ears. Her paws are white and the marking is slanted. She has tabby markings scattered across her body in groups of three. The three strikes of a sandy-cream color were on her cheek, her underbelly, shoulder, and hind-leg. Her belly was rounded with kits.
The father, had left her to become a kittypet, a blue tom. He had white paws, white muzzle and chin, and a patch of white on her tail, from his tail tip. He had the same three-tabby-stripes on his back, they were a dark blue. He had the same dark blue in spots, like leopards that she had never seen but had been told in stories. The spots cover one fore-leg and his tail, they are also freckled with the dark blue, smaller spots. Her pelt was plastered with mud and she hung low, twolegs thundering past.
She padded then onto a less crowded street, kittypets looking at her with disgust through their clouded windows. She looked at them, studying them. She saw a pair of blue eyes, bright and then grief struck her like claws. She saw a flash of blue fur and then the cat was gone.
Her body jolted as something kicked her, the realization that her kits were arriving, she quickened her pace and the pain made her begin to collapse, a silver kittypet, a she-cat rushed out of her nest, to her, she urgently mewed, "Are you okay?"
She snapped, "I am giving birth, what do you think."
She gasped, "Anyways, why would you care, your a kittypet."
She let out a yowl of distress and the silver she-cat nudged her up, "I'll bring you to my nest, the housefolk are quite nice and take in cats in need,"
She snorted, "I am fine."
The silver she-cat insisted, "Your cold and tired."
She meowed, "Fine, but only for a little while."
She urged her forward, nudging her and the kicking became harder and she almost fell down a few times padding over to the fence.
She bunched up her hind legs and scrambled up the fence, she tripped over and landed into the mud with a thud on the other side, into a patch of parsnip. She quickly scanned the area, the fence enclosed her.
By the nest, there was a small creek, tadpoles swam in it. She guessed the twolegs put them in there, and the creek does not seem natural. She guessed the twolegs had made it and she gasped, "Twolegs are weird."
The silver she-cat led her inside, warmth creeping up her body and mud still streaked her pelt. It dripped onto the wooden ground, a pale color, similar to her pelt.
"I found a blanket!"
The silver she-cat was dragging out a pink moss, it was soft when she settled down on it.
One by one, the kits arrived, she gripped the soft blanket what the she-cat had called it.
The first born was a handsome tom. It had a blue and white pelt. It's pelt was ruffled as if it was just sucked out of the rain that she was just in. The next was another tom, a pale brown. A brown streak ran down from his head down to his tail. His undercoat was white and dark and pale blue patched across his body.
She gasped but then she strained herself as a third kit arrived. It was the only she-cat. It was a dark blue. It had tortoiseshell and calico markings. The calico markings were the brown of her pelt and the tortoiseshell was the paler brown of her undercoat. She had a white undercoat. She was the runt, she was very small and her brothers were massive, towering over her.
The pink blanket was soaked with blood and she barely gasped, her mind spinning, black dotted the edges of her eyes and she looked down at the kits.
She moaned, "Aghh..."
Her paws went numb, and she swallowed, fighting back the pain, trying to look calm to the silver she-cat, she asked, politely, "What will you name them?"
She gasped, "The blue one, will be named Rainy because he was born in the rain."
She lowered her head to her paws and the Silver she-cat was alarmed, she urged her, "Keep going."
"The other tom will be named Tadpole for the rain that fell into the small creek outside with the tadpoles in it."
Her breath became shallow and she mustered out the words, her voice fading, "The runt will be named Parsnip..." she trailed off.
The silver she-cat meowed, "Because she smells like parsnip and you fell into a patch of it outside?"
She nodded and then she mustered the last of her strength, "Take care of them!" she meowed, too loudly.
The world went dark and the black tentacles had wrapped around her vision and her body, she felt like she was falling, and falling in oblivion. Then she opened her eyes, she levitated slightly above the ground, above her body, there was no breathing from her frame and she looked down at her paws.
It took her breath away when they were semi-transparent, she could see her brown fur below her and the squirming kittens.
The silver she-cat just looked down at them, she meowed, breathless, "I promise."
Chapter One
Rainy's PoV
The blue tom sputtered, "Hey! No fair!"
His siblings had him pinned to the ground, Parsnip smiled, "All is fair."
She kicked at the calico runt and she squealed, thudding into a potted plant, Tadpole stepped back, surprised and Rainy leap onto his brother, shaking him by the shoulder blades and he gasped, "Aunt Pansy!"
A silver she-cat looked at Rainy and then beckoned him with his tail, "Rainy..." her voice was calm but with a hard edge.
Rainy whimpered and stalked forward, he sat himself down in front of Aunt Pansy, her blue gaze traveled over him, she mewed, her voice low, "Why did you attack your siblings like that."
"They were laughing at me!" he mewed, a little too loudly
"Rainy..." Aunt Pansy glared down at him and he whimpered.
Aunt Pansy touched her fluffy tail to his shoulder blade, a friendly gesture, "Now now, I am just trying to keep you all from being at each other's throats before dinner."
He whined, "Then tell them to stop."
The silver she-cat nodded, "I will talk to them."
She smiled, her
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