The shadowy cats nodded at each other, which Skiddy barely saw through his blurry eyes. Blood seeped out of his wounds, he knew it was seconds before the end. He'd never grow up. Never get a chance to please his father. What will happen to his mother? To Illusion and Sketch and all the others?
The cats had put him down to die in the middle of a triangle made of sand. Three crystal balls were the edges. He saw them bringing dead newborn kits to lay next to him. They were colored similar, Skiddy and the other dead kits. Were they the stillborn kits his mother gave birth to?
His father had told him the story about his mother happy to have three new toms, but depressed to find stillborns. Except one, and that was Skiddy. She overprotected him then, scared of him dying.
Too late, Skiddy thought, I'm dead.
And with that he saw a bright light.
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The Clans' Enemy
FanfictionA new enemy is arrising. Three new toms, littermates. What if one of them doesn't want to be evil? What if they want to help the clan? All three of them posses powers from the... ceremonies that have been performed for them. Pure, Blood... and Skidd...
