Tales of an Ancient

Prologue
Raindrop gasped in pain. Her jaws wide in a soundless moan.'' Soon... Soon it'll be over. ''Her belly convulsed and a wet bundle of fur slid out onto the dry and hard leafs she had managed to find. She wince in pain, then yowled as another spasm passed through her and a tabby slid out. Just one more to go... Before she knew it, 3 perfect kits lay in front of her, mewing softly.

Suddenly, Raindrop realized in alarm one of them lay limp and was not breathing. ''NO...! No! ''He can’t be… He can’t be dead! Raindrop stared mournfully at the ground and let outa grief-stricken wail. She buried her muzzle into the lost kit, shivering at the soft scent of death hanging in the air.