Roses and Streams

Allegiances
(Work in Progress!)

Prologue
A kittypet with dark gray fur and a white muzzle sat at the windowsil, watching the slow-falling snow drift to the ground. She had been waiting for a while for the ground to become completely white with teh powdery substance, just so she could go out without beign seen. With a forlorn glance, she looked down at the small kit suckling at her belly. It was a tiny calico with a pa wtaht stuck out from the rest; it was twisted back, then the toes were splayed out. It puzzled Abby, the gray she-cat, how they coudl've cursed her with such a burden. With a grimace, she stood up and picked the kit up by the scruff.

She took a step forwards and pressed her paws against teh glass pane. It quickly gave away and cracked, letting the kittypet slam her paw on teh hard material a couple more times before shattering. Upon hearing teh rapid footsteps of her twoleg, she took a graceful leap into teh garden. Much to her discontent, Abby had landed in a patch of snow taht encased her with cold. The kit in her jaws mewed and kicked at her chest as she shook out her fur.

Abby looked at the forest past her garden. (to be continued)