Kidnapped

characters
Christina: beautiful slender silver tabby she-cat with bright blue eyes and one white paw

(Her little sisters)

Frosty: small and slender white she-cat with pale blue eyes with pale gray ears, paws, tail tip, and underbelly

Tara: smoky dark gray she-cat with pretty bright blue eyes and white marks on head

Other characters

Thrash: huge deadly light gray tabby Tom with dark red eyes and black legs, king of the Mountain Kingdom)

Eclipse: old pale gray she-wolf with white muzzle and dark gray eyes

Noel: black-and-white tabby Tom with amber eyes (forced to work under Thrash)

(Deceased)

Grain: huge smoky dark gray Tom with blue eyes (once the king of the Mountain Kingdom)

Quiver: beautiful white she-cat with tabby stripes and marks on head (once queen of the Mountain Kingdom)

prologue
Day nothing.

This is the day everything went wrong, turning its peaceful direction into a blood trailed disaster.

"Christina!"

The king of everything the mountain stood for was perched atop his rock below cats were struggling in the depths of battle. The kings eyes were desperate, his claws unsheathed as he was ready to leap into battle.

"Father!" Christina was small for a eight moon old cat. Her beautiful silver coat was bristled with fear "mother, Frosty and Tara are panicking! What should I do?!"

The kings head stooped. His eyes glittered with pain. He knew his kingdom would be taken over, and he didn't want his daughters hurt.

"Christina, take Frosty and Tara, and slip out of the camp unnoticed." The king began in a hushed voice "we'll try to escape this terror and find you. You will never know if we're dead or alive."

Christina's eyes were scarcely normal. They showed the scar inside that would be marked.

"But-"

"Go." The king meowed.

"But-!"

"Go!"

Christina, terrified sprinted into the den and who came out with her next were her little sisters. Barely two moons old. Picking up the weakest: Tara, she hurried on. Frosty huddled under her belly as she sprinted.

"Good luck with you my daughter! I love you!" Her father yowled after he as she scrambled away.

Then with slight hesitation the king leaped into battle.

The doom had been met.

...

"We're are his daughters!" Hissed the light tabby Tom.

The dead bodies of two cats lay on the ground. They had been once great, noble, now torn beyond repair.

"They escaped Thrash!" Hissed a black-and-white tabby Tom.

"Find them!" Hissed Thrash as he paced the den. Then he stopped, an ugly smile crossed his face.

The laugh shook the den, the dark eyes wild with painful revenge.

"Take one, then the others will be drawn in." Hissed the tabby king "they'll be dead by next moon."

chapter 1
"Christina?" Frosty was poking my silver tabby pelt.

I shook a little then raised her head. My brilliant eyes adjusted.

The little white she-kit was barely two moons old. Parentless, being raised by an older sister with no approach on how to live life.

"What?" I mumbled.

Since my sisters and I fled the kingdom I had been a wreck. I could barely catch a mouse, and all I caught I got a bite out of it. My sisters were the number one reason why I barely had anything to eat. Growing kittens such as them needed lots to eat.

"Tara wants to play." Meowed Frosty "and it's the first time she's wanted to do anything since--" my little sister broke off.

Tears formed in my eyes, I wrapped myself around the crying bundle.

"We don't know if their dead Frosty." I meowed softly closing my eyes.

"But it's obvious!" Wailed Frosty, she was smart and observant for a kit "did you see the way those cats fought? They were vicious! Dad had to have gotten torn apart by them!"

"Hush little one." I murmured licking her head "now where is Tara, perhaps we can have some fun and get out minds off of that... Subject."

Frosty looked up with round blue eyes then nodded. She led me out of the small den. The smoky gray kit was sitting around looking at the sunrise.

She was so much like Dad. Their pelts and eyes were the same. The only thing I could see in mom in her were the markings on their head. Frosty looked more like mom, with dads eyes. I was in between. My sisters meant everything to me. More then 90 percent of it was because they were my sisters, 10 percent because they looked like mom and dad.

"Hey Christina!" The little kitten skipped around my paws her eyes lit up "can we play tag?!"

"Of course!" I meowed bending down and giving her a lick "I'll be it!"

"Ohhhhhh!" Meowed Tara as she hared into the trees, Frosty broke apart and hared into the bushes.

I found Frosty and tagged her, I had lost Tara. She was probably out there in the wild tripping over her tail and running around trying to get away from me.

"Your it Frosty!" I giggled "lets go find Tara!"

"Okay!" Frosty giggled

We followed Tara's scent track. It ended in the middle if a meadow, I recognized meadow from when we were wandering away from the Kingdom.

Tara was nowhere to be seen.

"Tara!" I yelled.

My voice echoed, the pale gray clouds hung wistfully above as I looked up it started to drizzle. Now her scent would be washed away. This was bad. Worry began to rise in my chest. I sprinted in the meadow, Frosty beside me as we searched for our sister.

"Tara! No joke kid! Get back here! We need to go homeland rest!"

No response from the little kitten. Except, dread took over me as I looked at the ground, a little pool of blood drenched the grass. My eyes widened in horror, this was Tara's blood, I could just barely smell it.

They took my sister!

chapter 2
Coming soon!