The two small kittens cried out feebly. Their mother a young, beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat set them down and curled around them. she licked their small heads then washed herself. the kittens had been born the day before, and their eyes should open very soon. their mother pushed them closer to her stomach with her skinny tail. Her usually beautiful spotted pelt was dirty and her paws were sore from walking so far. She realized she had never named the kits. The spotted she-cat looked down at the two kits. She touched the tortoiseshell she-cat
"Splash" she said. Then she touched the other little she-cat a small white she-cat
"Snow" she said her voice barely a whisper. She curled around them and fell to sleep as snow started to make it's way down to Earth.
Later she awoke. Time to keep moving, she hoisted herself to her paws and picked up Splash and Snow, then she kept on moving. She was looking for a safe place for her and her kits, and they had not found one yet. All the places they stumbled across barely had enough prey to feed three kits. Weak from hunger the tortoiseshell stumbled on, it was more difficult traveling today, the earth was covered by a soft, and cold, blanket of snow. The tortoiseshell's legs were frigid but she had to keep on moving, her kits depended on her. later in the day a blizzard came and suprised the tortoiseshell, she had just eaten a scrawny shrew and had just hunted two mice as the snow began to fall. She found a small crevice under a rock and her and her kits camped under there for the next two days. The next day the tortoiseshell awoke, the kits were gone and all that was left was some patches of fur.

TO BE CONTINUED...