.º✩º. First: Here! Previous: Uhhh... Next: Coming soon! .º✩º. The young she-cat loner bared her teeth, flecks of silver shimmering across her back in the moonlight. "You will not have them. I would die first." "So be it." Only a few fox-lengths away stood a dark chestnut rouge, with scars on his fur and murd3r on his mind. Deep in unknown territory - to the clans, at least - a soon to be mother fought her last battle. .º✩º. .º✩º. The mother lay on the ground, her sides heaving, covered in wounds, while the old rouge chuckled to himself as he slunk off into the shadows. He had settled an old family dispute between two bloodlines, an argument started by their ancestors many moons ago. His goal was to end their bloodline, but he had forgotten something important. She was not the last of her bloodline, for alone and dying, the mother gave birth to her first litter. .º✩º.
