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Four grey-blue kittens wept over the slain body of their mother, she had been torn apart by a badger. The kittens had been knocked around though they had been spared the worst of it. The culprit had since lumbered off. The entrance to the den had been torn open and dust still hung in the air. The scent of blood was everywhere and the crimson liquid coated the kittens as they snuggled into the cooling body of their mother. The first of the kittens stood at his mother's head, takin in her comforting smell as he looked over his three siblings. The second kept nudging her mother's shoulder not able to accept the fact that her mother was dead. The third and fourth leaned into each other by their mother's belly, taking comfort in each other. Finally when the body was cold the kittens ventured out of the den. There was light snow coming down from the sky and the sun was just past overhead. Gathered in a huddle, one of the kittens broke the silence, the four one spoke "Perhaps we should go find help." Three sounds of agreement came from the rest of the kittens. The four walked off into the snow and slowly fractured apart, loosing each other in the storm.
The third and fourth kittens walked next to each other, their silvery pelts hard to see in the snow. Unaware, they stepped onto the thin ice coating the river. They made it nearly half way across before the ice gave out. One of the kittens managed to jump to safety, landing on the thick ice coating the bank. She scrambled onto the dry land as the river took the rest of the ice away. She could not seen her twin brother. He had been swept away by the river and trapped under the ice. His body would surface a few miles down river, far from his sister. She could only sit there and watch in agonized silence. Everyone was gone, as far as she knew the river had taken all her siblings. She was all alone.
Resigned to her fate she turned away trying to block it all out. Slowly stepping down a hill she slipped and tumbled down the hill. She was stopped by crashing into a rock, knocking her senseless. When her head finally stopped spinning she struggled back to her feet. The blood in her fur had mixed with the snow washing out some of it. Her journey ended when she crossed Primal Instinct's border. She didn't know what it was, but she knew enough that it meant something. So she settled down into the roots of a tree to wait for something or someone.
The scent of blood was commonplace in the League. Her mentor and this place normalized violence and bloodlust for Yayf-kun, so the scent of the sticky, crimson fluid rarely set off any alarms for the she-cat. Her sand-colored fur danced in a light breeze as she walked through the city and the blowing snow. The snow created a beautiful landscape out of the drab city streets. It was the first time that Yayf-kun appreciated the layered beauty of the place. The grey had potential, but it took a storm like this to bring out the its potential. Perhaps as the forest encroached on the place it would be restored to its former glory.
She saw the crimson stains from her perch in one of the neighboring buildings. The cornflower blue optics almost passed the scene without a second thought, but something else clicked in her head. The body was nowhere to be found. She could always see the body at this distance. A chill coursed through her body as the realization dawned on her. She jumped from her perch and onto the snowy streets and run to the blood. The snow softened her pawsteps as she felt herself sinking into the powder, but she kept pushing on until she stood over the bloody body of the kitten. A panic blazed in her eyes as she lowered her ear to the kitten's chest.
She must have dozed off while she was waiting because the next thing she knew a cat was looming over her. Stifling a scream, she pressed herself against the tree roots. Scampering to her feet she stared down the strange cat. This stranger was not yet full-grown, though still terrifying. Something seemed so off about her like she could be a monster hiding in the dark. Unsettled the little kitten let out a tiny hiss, more in fear and less in aggressiveness. Her tiny claws sunk into the ground, ready to pounce or run. She had yet to decide what choice seemed better. "Who are you?" Her voice wavered with fear though she managed to shake off most of it.
Russian blue fur fluffed up partially to ward off the cold and to make her look larger. She had planned to ask for help when someone came by, but now she wasn't sure. A kitten would never survive on their own, especially in winter. Yet fear was currently stronger than reason. Frozen in place, she waited for the other cat to make a move.
Dammit. The thing was alive. Her muscles tensed when the kitten protected herself from her ear. What had the small kitten been through? She lifted her eyes from her a scanned the area just beyond the tree. The only trail of blood around led to her, and as far as she could tell only one set of tracks made it to the tree. The kitten was alone. A sadness rose from the depths of her soul. Like this kitten, she lost her mother to the world. The sandstorm's raging winds still roared in all of her dreams. The only connection to her past was spoken. Her native tongue flourished in her brain, so she knew she would never forget. This kitten had nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The cauliflower blue optics of the apprentice radiated the sadness she felt for the kitten. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. "I'm here to help, brafezniti. I can get you of the cold, even get someone to heal you." She extended a paw to the kitten. "Wastani, let me help. "
The foreign language confused her and made her take a moment to realize the rest of what the cat said. Slowly she flattened her fur a bit. She still stood on the tree root, her little paws were freezing for her narrow river escape. Cold, hungry, terrified, alone, and wet it was enough to break down her sense of danger and move towards the cat. She sniffed cautiously as she stood next to the trainee. “Who are you?” She asked again though look up into the blue eyes.
She smiled and lowered herself to the ground, but remained wary. There was no way the kitten would survive for too much longer in weather like this. "I'm Yayf-kun." Her voice carried over the snow as if it were the wind. "I just want to help you get of the cold. After that you can leave, but I need you to come with me now, okay?"
