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Darling little gem.

Summary:

Kwazii. The daredevil cat with a mysterious pirate past. That's all was know about him... but he has a tiny little secret... I wonder what it is... Perhaps a kitten of his own?

CURRENTLY UPDATING/REMAKING TEXT TO BE IN-LINE WITH MY CURRENTLY CREATING AU WITH REDESIGNS AND SPECIES SWAPS AND STUFF!

Chapter 1: Prologue: Old Parents long gone...

Summary:

You know the deal of Prologues.

Chapter Text

SNAP! CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH!

A rather young molly panted and heaved, holding a small bundle in her paws, her tail swishing side to side as she does so. Yells and shouts on “Find ‘er!” and “Find ‘im!” echoed through the forest

A small-newborn kitten mewled in fear as a young molly ran about, a tom trailing behind her with a sword; both having opened wounds, the tom having much more with blood on his sharp cutlass sword, "Find ‘em!" Yelled a voice, booming like lightning, "Shoot! They're still following?!" Whispered the Molly, panting as she continued to run before hiding in a thick brush full of prickly thorns that scratch the skin under her fur, "It's alright... my dear." Panted the molly, holding the small kitten close to her body as they continued to mew; the tom standing beside the molly, also panting, but his head turned to the entrance of the bush they came from, parts of their clothing stuck on the thorns the brush offered.

"They're going to find us..." The tom meowed, his eyes flicking about as he looked behind him despite being hidden behind the thick brush full of thorns, "You can't be serious F/N. We'll be fine here... as long as we keep one step ahead, we'll be fine. Our kitten will be fine." Said the molly in a hushed tone. F/N turned to face the molly "Hon... we won't be... They won't be "Fine." Our scent, our blood, they'll track it down and surely kill us..." He cupped the molly's fluffy cheeks with his paws as her (E/C) eyes had tears.

"Then what do we do? We can't allow them to kill our child..." She held the kitten closer, her tail lightly touching the bundle the kitten was in, F/N looked around as his ears caught the thumps of boots, "You leave with them... I'll hold them off just long enough for you to get out of here." He hissed, his paw caressing the blade, "F/N... No, I can't do this without you..." She mewed, tears nearly falling from her eyes as she grasped his coat which was torn and covered in blood.


"It's the only way I can think of to save their life, The second I tell you to run. You run and don't look back." He hissed, he was more than ready to jump out to fight, shaking his shoulder to remove her paw from his coat sleeve, "I love you, M/N." He mewed, running out; M/N sat there in the brush as she felt her heart break, the yowls of pain came from outside which made the kitten mewl in fear once again, "RUN!" Shouted F/N, M/N quickly ran out, "Get her!" Hissed one of the pursuers, another pair of boots thumped on the grassy floor after the young molly; a scream of pain came from F/N before a small gurgle left his throat. His throat was slit, blood poured from the gash as he fell to the ground… the green grass that was dulled in patches of yellow from the incoming fall months,


M/N panted as she dodged the attacks from her pursuer; running through the forest before she noticed a small barrel near a beach down a hill, slipping down she looked around before placing the small mewling kitten hidden inside "Shh, it's okay... it's okay... I might not be around but I only hope somebody comes around to take care of you..." She muttered, taking out an empty piece of paper that was hidden in her torn clothing and a pencil from the bun of her fur that made up her hair, writing something before placing it in the bundle, "I only hope somebody has a heart..." She mewed, hiding the mewing kitten in the barrel. Keeping the top slightly opened the air but not enough to be noticed due to the constant mews.


Turning around she was clawed on her arm that made blood run down, a yowl of Pain escaped out of her mouth as she bit the other cat hard enough for blood to stain her fangs; a knife was plunged into her side, blood running down and spewing out rather quickly. She clawed the neck of the cat to make blood slowly run out of the open wound "S-Screw you..." She hissed, turning around when fangs pierced her skin from her neck with the flesh pulling back, ripping back to the bloody under-skin that laid below as a choked gasp escaped her mouth; a gurgled laugh escaped the cat as he dragged her off while her own blood dripped from her blood.


The kitten inside the barrel mewed loudly for their mother, their mother that never returned...