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 Leopardkit's Squalor - A Short Story

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Characters : Former: Pansyface ♀, Leopardstar ♂, Finchstream ♀, Ryeheart ♂, Laurelsong ♀, Nightstorm ♂, Fernpetal ♀, Magpiepaw ♂, Chirp ♀, Ashflight ♂, Orchidmask ♀ Basilbloom ♀ | Current: Featherpaw ♀, Tigerkit ♂
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PostSubject: Leopardkit's Squalor - A Short Story   Leopardkit's Squalor - A Short Story EmptyFri 1 Sep 2017 - 11:28

Hello my friends!  This is my short story explaining the offical orgins of ThunderClan's deputy Leopardclaw.  This concept had been in my mind since I created Leopardkit back in December of last year, and I got bored earlier and decided hey, why not actually write it? ;D  I got a bit lazy towards the end I admit, but all in all I'm pretty proud of this C:

Just a warning though:  This story contains parental abuse, hints of sexual abuse/rape, and just overall selfish, borderline sadistic actions on the part of the 'main' character.  Proceed with caution.


Leopardkit's Squalor
A Short Story on the history of Leopardclaw



Alice had never wanted this.

She had always been a free-spirited, very independent she-cat, always eager to explore and experience the next thing that caught her interest, without any bounds or barriers.  That was why she had left her housefolk long ago; the bounds that fences and collars brought had appalled her.  She had always been the wild and free Alice, bound by nothing, with no responsibilities to anyone but herself.

Until now.

Now a small, fluffy golden bundle lay nestled in the crook of her belly, suckling contentedly as Alice looked on.  Her body was sore and wracked with cramps after the hard birth of the large kitten, and never before in her life had she felt such intense fury.  This was not what she wanted!  The thought of settling down with a loving mate and producing sickeningly cute little kits had always made her stomach churn…yet here she was, having to suffer through the very thing she despised!  Baring her teeth, Alice shoved the kit away roughly with a back paw, causing the tiny blind scrap to squeal in confused protest.  This thing had caused her more pain than she had ever felt before in her life, and now she was wasting energy and bodily resources on it!  This kit deserved nothing from her, and was entitled to nothing, especially not her compassion.  Did she have a choice in this?  No, that golden tom with the crooked smile had sprung out of the shadows before she could react, and now she had borne the result of that mistake.  This kit was a mistake!  What had she ever done to deserve this?!

With a wince Alice clambered to her paws and turned her back on the still squealing tom-kit, and left her makeshift den, a patch of dirty rags nestled between two industrial sized trash cans.  Without a glance back, Alice narrowed her eyes and began to sniff the air, looking for something to eat.  She knew that Two-leg workers frequented this back area, tossing stuff in the bins and tramping about.  Maybe they would find her burden and take it away to wherever those unlucky strays were taken upon capture.  Or maybe they would just trod on the little rat and put it out of its misery.

To her great disgust though, the kit was still there when she returned, a skinny mouse hanging from her jaws.  She could just barely see the golden spotted pelt between the openings of the pile of torn fabric it had buried it's self in, seemingly trying to replicate the warmth he would get from her body.  Hmph, serves it right.  Sitting down stiffly across from the kit, she glared at it as if it were a lurking fox as she slowly devoured her stringy meal.  The kit though managed to sense her presence, and with an excited squeal toddled his way back over to her on unsteady legs, making a beeline once again for her belly.  With a low growl, Alice sucked in her distended stomach and unsheathed her claws, warning the kit to stay away.  The little scrap though didn't know any better; he only knew to follow the warmth and milk scent of his beloved guardian.  A couple pawsteps more, and Alice lashed out.  A satisfied smirk spread across her maw as the kit shrunk back with an anguished cry of betrayal.  Lashing her fluffy tail, the patched queen bared her fangs and hissed venomously at her tiny son.  "Serves you right you little rat, don't you start crying! I warned you, that was your doing."  With a triumphant flick of her tufted ears, Alice rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes, quickly drifting away into the realm of sleep.  The small tom kit, his back stinging from the reprimand, cautiously crept forward and managed to snuggle awkward up against his mother's leg, glad to feel at least a little bit of warmth.  Mother and son slept soundly; except they were about as far from true family as you could get.


Alice let out a long, frustrated sigh as she allowed her still unnamed kit to suckle for a few minutes.  Not that she wanted to let him take from her; this was just the only way to stop his fretting cries.  You could see every one of the tom-kit's ribs, and his small body trembled with every unstable step.  He was starving; not that Alice cared.  To her, the process wasn't going fast enough as it was.  A moon's worth of taking care of her troublesome burden had left her more bitter than ever, and the many bruises and scratch marks adorning the kit's spotted pelt showed the results of her frustration.  Her compromised freedom was starting to weigh heavy on her.  Too soon for his pleasure, Alice pulled away and shoved the kit aside, his now open hazel eyes stretching wide, panicked.  With a desperate cry, the dappled tom scrambled after his mother, tripping over his weak, shaking paws.  Starting again the mewling that had called his mother's unwilling attention, he made a desperate jump towards a teat, his roaring stomach blocking out all thoughts of caution and consequence.  With a sharp hiss Alice jumped back, blue eyes wild with anger as the kit kept mewling, staring up at her with wide begging eyes.  Leaping to her feet, she lifted an unsheathed paw and was about to let it fall down onto the poor kit's back when, in her mind…

something snapped.

Her face emotionless, a sudden determined calm swept over Alice's soul, a cold feeling the robbed her of all possible emotion she even had left.  There was no conscience, no thoughts that this was wrong or downright evil, there was only calm.  Peace.  Hope.

Without a word, she flew towards the kit and roughly grabbed his scruff, eliciting a startled and pained cry from the kitten.  His body was weak and sore from the abuse, and the protective layer of skin that usually made up the scruff was thin and fragile, like everything else about him.  He felt Alice's teeth prick through his skin as she raced out of the den, she eyes still blankly numb.

Off they went, leaving the safe back area where the den resided, traversing the tangled net of Twoleg roads and walking paths, before the left behind the unnatural, blinding lights of the streets and entered into darkness.  Tree cover blocked the limited moonlight of the night as Alice continued her trek into the wild, soon making her way towards the marsh that marked the beginnings of the Untamed Forest.  She had been here before on her adventures, and had been callously chased off by the large, vicious wild cats that lived everywhere out here.  They had left her with a pretty nasty scar on her shoulder, so she was fully aware first hand of their ruthlessness.  Savage cats like that had no mercy for others; not even kits.

Alice decided to pass up the marsh; it was too close to her home and she didn't want any house cats finding the little rat.  He didn't deserve the mercy and love they would give.  Crossing a large Thunderpath with ease, she entered into the oak forest beyond.  It had snowed for many days before, and out here in the wilderness there were no shovels or snow plows to make paths.  Almost belly deep in the wet white flakes, she didn't try to keep the kit away from the harsh weather.  His tail dragged along in the cold until the tip was numb, and if he squirmed she didn't hesitate to lower her head a bit, giving him an unforgiving dunk into the snow.  Soon, I'll be rid of you, and all my problems will be gone.

Finally, Alice stepped into a clearing surrounded by tall trees, with a good view of the crescent moon above.  Most of the snow had been cleared from the main area, to her surprise.  Upon closer inspection the disgusting scent of the wild cats was pungent, as if this was an area they frequented regularly.  No matter; that only meant that they would find the kit quicker.  If not, this frigid weather would soon finish the worthless scrap off.  

Trotting over to one of the remaining snowdrifts, her eyes reflected the ice itself as she remorselessly dropped the golden kit onto the ground, watching indifferently as it's shivering body struggled to find its footing.  Once he had though, he came trotting back like he always did, and she pushed him away roughly yet again.  The stupid little thing still trusts me…heh.  I might be putting him out of his misery after all.  Her heart numb as the kit's hazel eyes reflected his deep hurt, the small flecks and undertones of green in his eyes were much more apparent now that he was surrounded by foliage.  It's almost like he belongs here…this must be the right place to leave him.  For a brief minute she glared down at her 'son', eyes cold and expressionless, until she heard something nearby.  Pawsteps.  Swiveling her head around, she felt energy and excitement flood over her as she realized that this was it…tonight was the night!  She was about to be rid of her burden that had plagued her for the past moon!  

She shot one last chilling glare down at the golden spotted tom, all of her hatred and contempt and frustration reading clearly in her powder blue eyes before she turned and dashed away into the underbrush.

"Mother!  Mother come back!"

No frantic cry she could hear from behind her would keep her from running; she was finally free again!  If she wasn't in enemy territory she would've let out a whoop of pure delight.  Launching herself back across the Thunderpath and away, back towards the town, once again her heart felt light as a feather, weightless, limitless.  By now those cats would've found him, he's dead!  He's gone!  Good riddance!

Silence fell over the forest as the dark-gray and white patched she-cat vanished, until it was broken by the heartbreaking sobs of a lost and lonely kit, who was now truely alone.

Or so he thought.

To be continued in And Then There Was Silence

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