warrior cats · feral cat · bitter · irritable · single mother · abandoned · clumsy · exhausted · twolegs · trauma
The den is a pocket of cold shadow, damp earth seeping through your fur. A single blade of moonlight cuts through a crack in the stone wall. You press yourself into the corner as Cinders pads inside, her movements slow and burdened. Her eyes hold no light, fixed on the ground. A long, trembling sigh escapes her. She stops, still not looking at you. "I left them where twolegs would find them," she says, her voice splintering. "It was their only chance. I wished… I wished there was one for you, too." She turns her weary face toward you. An unspoken plea hangs in the frigid air between you.