[*~Pantherleaf~*]

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[*~Pantherleaf~*]

I went over to the drawer and pulled out the A-Door-Able. I unraveled it and hung it from the door way between the kitchen and the living room. The bell jingled as I let the feathered bird drop. It bounced as it hit the end of the bungee cord.

Feathered Soul cane running, alerted by the sound of the bell. She sniffed at the toy before batting at it. She reached up and caught it with her claws, pulling it towards her. She lost her grip and the bird was sent flying into the air. Her play continued in a similar manner: catch, release, fly.

I held back may laughter as I watched. Feather truly was the perfect cat to spoil.

[*~Pantherleaf~*]

~The Death of Their Father~
Continued....

Feathered Soul raised her head at the scent of freshkill. She nudged her daughters. "Do you smell that?"

Frost sat up and yawned, she had fallen asleep. "Smell what?"

"You tell me." Feather replied.

Blue took a deep breath, letting the scents of the forest flow under the roof of her mouth. "Freshkill!" She squeaked.

The kits tumbled out of their nest as their father stepped into the little clearing. He carried two mice and a shrew.

Feather's eyes glowed. "Great catch!" She purred, padding over to him. She pressed against him and they intertwined their tails.

"I was lucky." The tom mewed, dropping the prey.

"I'm sure skill could have something to do with it." Feather replied.

The family settled down to eat. The sisters shared a mouse and the parents shared the other mouse and the shrew. The scent of food filled the air.

Suddenly the black and white male sat upright, his fur bristling. Hardly a moment later, a fox burst out of the bushes. It looked thin, hungry, and merciless. It's destination, the easiest prey there: two small kits.

Feathered Soul instinctively wrapped herself around her daughters, shielding then from danger.

Their father threw himself at the Fox. He had no experience fighting, but he had the fierce love for his family. That alone sent unknown strength to his paws.

Feathered Soul flinched as she watched her mate fight the fox. It would throw him down and he would get back up and slash at it. She nearly yelped as the fox bit mere centimeters from his neck.

She could feel her kits wiggling to see what was happening. "Hush!" She whispered. "Stay where it's safe."

She looked back up, only to be horror stricken by the sight of her mate in the fox's mouth. It shook him vigourisly before throwing him away. It turned its hungry gaze towards the queen and her kits.

Feathered Soul couldn't move.

The tom pushed himself to his paws and with one last effort lept onto the fox's back and slashed it so deep, it went yelping back into the bushes.

Feathered Soul released her kits and ran over to her mate. He lay on his side, blood staining the white parts of his fur. His mouth was open as he took shallow, raspy breaths. His body heaved with the effort.

Feathered Soul did her best to hold back to tears. She didn't know what to say. The love of her life and the father of her kits was dieing before her eyes.

The tom opened his eye and looked up at her with nothing but love. "Don't cry." He mewed. "We'll see each other again in the stars. Take care of our kits. Teach them to hunt and to fight so that they may never be helpless again. I love you."

"I love you too." She mewed back.

The tom let out a purr then closed his eyes and took his last breath. His body still forever.

Feathered Soul lay down and touched her nose to her mates fur. She felt her kits on either side if her and her heart broke. She knew they would forget their father before long.

The family stayed this way, in vigil, for the whole night.

(What have I done? D: I'm crying! )

[*~Pantherleaf~*]

I cuddled Feather, stroking her back . With my other hand I scratched her under her chin.

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Feathered Soul lept up on the couch beside me. In her mouth, she held a sparkling blue Pom Pom. I had recently dumped the small bag of them near her bed. She dropped it on my lap and looked expectantly at me.

A smile crept onto my lips as I picked it up and threw it across the room. Feather dashed after it. She brought it back again, her tail held proudly in the air.

After she once again dropped it on my lap, I gave her couple strokes and threw even further. Throw, fetch, pet, repeat.

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Added whiskers! XD

[*~Pantherleaf~*]

I felt like I was playing a video game. I had a remote I my hand and with it a was controlling a toy mouse. Feathered Soul would chase it in circles until she got dizzy. One particularly humorous moment was when I had it go under the couch where she couldn't follow. Then, suddenly, I had it dart out at her face and skitted away as fast as she could, her tail puffed up. It didn't take long before she was ready to play again.

[*~Pantherleaf~*]

~The Fire~

Feathered Soul was sleeping soundly in her bed. She hadn't been sleeping with her twoleg since she had started swelling from the growing kits inside if her. It was hard for her to get into the tall bed and her own bed was just more comfy.

Her nose twitched and she sneezed as smoke tickled her nose. She blinked open her eyes only to screw them shut from the glare that came from the kitchen. She opened them once more to see that a Blaze was burning its way through her home. She stood and ran for her twoleg's room, panting with the effort. She coughed as she enhaled the black smoke.

Feather heaved herself onto the bed and licked at her twoleg's eye lids to wake her up. The twoleg suddenly started wheezing as she opened her eyes. She sat up and coughed. Looking around frantically, she picked up Feathered Soul and began running for the door. She skidded to a stop. They were blocked by raging flames.

Flames roared all around them. Over head, infront, on the sides... There! A window! Feather lept from her Twoleg's paws and ran for the window, stopping to meow back at her. When she was sure that the twoleg was following, she ran the rest of the way to the window, leaping into the window seal.

The female twoleg unlatched the window and pushed it open. Feather lept down and ran away from the blistering heat. She turned to face the female again. She was still getting out of the window. Too late. The fire hit a fuse and suddenly Feathered Soul felt like the earth was being cracked in two. The windows of the house shattered as flames burst through them, sending glass, wood, and dry wall in her direction.

Feather ducked as she was pelted with the many sharp objects. She glanced around wildly for the female. She wasn't in the window anymore, which was now more of a giant, blazing hole. Finally she spotted her. Running over to her, Feather could smell the scent if death on her. She bit back tears as she reached her. The girl was already dead. Feathered Soul whimpered and gave the girl one last lick on the cheek before stepping back.

Only then did she realize that several other house were also ablaze. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized that her beloved was also in danger. He lived with his twoleg only a few houses down from her own. She ran for his house, wincing from the cuts and burns she had received. She briefly worried about the stress she was putting on her kits. She pushed it away. All that mattered right now was her beloved.

Feather called out to him upon reaching his garden. When there was no reply, she called again, a hint of desperation in her mew. After a moment of silence, there was a faint reply. Feather's ears flicked up, swiveling to pin point the sound. He was still inside!

Feather padded between the flames. She went cautiously through the halls, searching for her mate. She flinched as a piece of burning wood fell directly infront of her paws. With a struggle, she managed to leap over it. She scented the air again, only to choke on the smoke.

Feathered Soul stopped. It was faint, but she had definantly detected his scent underneath all the smoke. Following it, she finally found him sitting next to his twoleg near a table in the middle of a room. The twoleg wasn't moving. She went over and nudged her mate.

He looked up at her. "Soul..."

Feathered Soul smiled softly. He was the only one who called her that. "We need to go." She mewed.

The tom turned his head back to his twoleg. "He fell a-and hit his head. I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't open his eyes."

Feather leaned against him for a moment. "Let's get out of here."


The tom suddenly looked around as if he suddenly remembered the flames surrounding them.

After struggling through the flames, the two cats finally emerged onto grass. Ahead of the was woodland. Behind then was death. They looked at each other and nodded. It was time to start a new life. With their tails intertwined, they ran into the forest and never looked back.

[*~Pantherleaf~*]

I sat down on the couch with my plate of food. Feathered Soul lept up beside me and stretched out on the couch, her stomach slightly swollen. I gazed fondly at her. It was just the other day that the vet had confirmed that she would have kits. I smiled and stroked her belly softly. A soft purr rose from Feather's throat, though she watched me closely.

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