If Tadpole Had Lived

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I have always felt bad for Tadpole, and it was very sad when he drowned. Well, while I try to forget about it, this fanfic will be about how Sasha managed to save Tadpole. Would Hawkfrost have become that evil cat?

Prologue

The silver twoleg thing exploded, sending water rushing out. It washed over the three kits, who flailed helplessly in the water. Light shone into the flooded basement from a single open window. A silhouette of a brown she-cat was black against the light.

"Come on, my darlings!" she called urgently, "Come to me!"

The kits paddled to the window, but a black tom was pulled back into the current of the black water. He wailed in fear.

"Help me!" he  wailed.

A golden she-kit was fished out of the water, followed by her littermate, a brown and white tabby tom. The tiny tabby tom whirled around at his brother's fearful wail.

"Tadpole!" he called to his brother.

"Save him!" the golden she-kit ordered.

The brown she-cat hesitated, "But I can't swim!" she protested.

"Do it!" the brown tabby tom ran around his mother and thrust her forward. She let out a yelp and fell into the water.

"Hold on, Tadpole! Mama's going to get you out!" the golden she-kit mewed.

"You better be right, Moth," the tabby mewed.

The kits whirled around as they heard a splash. The last of their mothers tail disappeared unser water. Moth trembled beside her tabby brother.

"What if she goes too, Hawk?" Moth wailed.

"She won't," he reassured, although he wasn't really sure about that. You can do it, Sasha, you can save Tadpole.

Suddenly, a brown head bobbed out of the water. Moth blinked in relief as she recognized her brother, Tadpole, in her mother's jaws.

"You did it!" Hawk gasped as Sasha pulled herself and Tadpole out of the water, "You saved him!"

She began to lick her cold kit, her brown fur sodden and plastered to her body. "I did," she gasped, "I really did!"