"What is that?" A black tom asked, standing over her newborn white kit "That's a cat... It's a kit, a kit with six legs." A female said, "She's pretty." "I'm not accepting a six legged cat in the group." The black tom growled, his lip pulled back, showing razor sharp teeth. "Deal with it, Razor." The female said, "Her name shall be Flake, and you must accept it." She sneered. "Whatever, Falcon. Do whatever you want." He said, "But I will kill your kit when I have the chance." He said, stalking off. --- When Flake is born in a mysterious and mean rogue group, she must live with the knowing that her mother died, and her father hates her, abandoned her. She must live the life as a rogue, which she wishes to escape from, and despise them. Hates them. She is thrown in a million of questions, and she must answer the right one, or she might die. Her life depends on it.