Tuft's Kithood

This is for Dog's contest, and that is why it is short. Will be continued.

Chapter One
A black kit looked up at a dark gray tom. “Tuft, for the last time, you have to do what I tell you!” Tuft looked up at the cat. “But… Father… I don’t want to fight,” he cried. “It’s reality, son,” snarled the dark gray cat. “I don’t want to,” breathed Tuft. “If you don’t, then,” his father gave him a slash on the cheek.

“What was that for?” Tuft ran into a bush. “I have to go hard on you,” snarled his father. “Night Fighter, what was that for?” A light gray she-cat padded up to his father. “If he wants to live, he has to learn, Storm,” he meowed. “No! He’s to young!”

Tuft saw red stuff on the ground, and he started whimpering, smelling the scent of death. He ran, fast as he could, far away, and he collapsed into a soft patch of moss. He felt tired, and his paws were numb, so he closed his eyes. He was lulled into a soft sleep.

“Come on now! Nina, your paws need to be higher, but your doing it.” Tuft heard voices. He peeked out and saw other rogue cats training. Surprisingly, when a cat stumbled or messed up, they weren’t clawed. They were just corrected. “Hey,” whimpered Tuft, slowly creeping out of the moss.

“Aw, what happened, sweetie?” A she-cat padded up to Tuft. “My mom is dead,” he whispered. “The poor kit’s mom is dead,” the she-cat called. A yellowish she-cat padded up. “What’s your name?” Tuft ducked his head. “Tuft,” he whispered. “I’m Nina, and this is Sun.”

Chapter Two
She pointed with her tail toward the other she-cat. He was carried back, and he was fed and cared for, until he grew up. “I’m leaving this group.” Tuft heard a snarl, and he saw Breezy, a white tom. “Leaving? What have I done to you?” Tuft padded into the bushes, but his voice still held a calm tone.

“You let her kits die, and Fira abandon me,” he snarled. “It wasn’t my fault,” Tuft pointed out. “You just let it happen! Didn’t do anything to heal them, or stop her from leaving me!” Tuft grew angry, and due to his kithood training, she slashed Breezy along the neck, and he started choking.

“That is what you get for leaving,” snarled Tuft, leaning in on her. “And any of you BETTER NOT DO IT!”