Who We Are

Fanfic about Spottedsun by whiskers.

Prologue
The bengal she-cat's stomach rippled in pain as she struggled on. The pain, it was not only from her kits, but her wounds as well. The kittypet struggled a bit further, climbing up hill, flattening her ears to block out the angry screeches of the tribe cats. They were still coming, still after her...With another ripple of pain, she fell to the ground, gritting her teeth in pain as she glanced back down the hill in panic. Thankfully, she had time, they were struggling. The tawny she-cat then gazed at her belly, her flanks rising and falling quickly. If she didn't kit soon, her kits would die with her...And they certainly weren't going to wait.

With a wail of pain, the first came, and once he arrived, she cleaned him off. Lanky and dappled like his father, resembling him well, but taking his mother's normal size. Then, a sudden cry of pain broke through the air. Gazing downhill frantically, she spotted a cat trying to struggle out of the bushes, and a familiar scent washed over her. Her mate, thank heavens he was here. At the sight of the bengal's mate, the tribe cats shrieked in fear. A monster, it was a monster! He stood at an unnatural height, is fur oddly short and thin, the color of a golden meadow, but dappled with small black spots. His ears, they resembled a bat's, rounded at the tips and large and size, but striped on their backs. But what was the strangest and scariest thing about him?

His body. He was made for running, with oddly long and thin legs. His lungs and body were large, but his head...Tiny, sitting awkwardly on a long neck. However, the bengal loved her mate the way he was, even if they were forced together to have their kits, which the twolegs would sell for lots...But they never would get to sell them, or even see them. No, they were all dead, dying moments after their death.

Before the bengal could let out a wail of grief, she cringed in pain. No, there was one more left, one fighter...And she was a beautiful little molly, well, in very few's eyes. She beared a striking resemblance of her father, but didn't look as...awkward, she was a bit more bodily-balanced like her mother, and like her brothers, took on the size of her mother. If only her mother could've seen her grow up into a strong she-cat, into an adult...

As she perished moments after her daughter's birth. Her daughter, the rare Savannah.

Chapter 1
"...Ugh, move over, Eagle, you're in the way!"

"Stop pushing, Squirrel, I was in here first!"

"For the Tribe of Endless Hunting's sake, both of you, get back! You're crowding the poor thing and scaring her!"

"Sorry..." Mumbling these words, the handsome black-and-silver tomcat took a step back, a bland and annoyed look on his face. The Savannah blinked her eyes open for the very first time, gazing up at her "mother"...The only adult with mercy in the Tribe of Falling Stars, who found the poor molly crying and hungry. She took her in as her own, however, she already had two other, older kits: Mink and Coyote.

"Yo!" Eagle's greetings caught the Savannah's attention, her round, curious gaze settling on the black grizzled tabby. "I'm Eagle, who're you?"

"...Spots." After quietly responding, the nervous she-cat cowered away, pressing herself against her mother's fur, the molly purring in amusement.

"It's alright, dear, Eagle won't hurt you." Squirrel peered over Eagle's broad shoulders at Spots, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"What're you?!" With a roll of her eyes, Spots' mother wrapped her tail around her newest addition.

"And that, Spots, is Squirrel. You'll get used to her, sweetie." Spots gazed up at her mother, Dance of Fighting Deer, or simply "Deer" or "Dance". "Would you like to go outside, Spots? I can't let you explore yet, but a glimpse of our glorious camp can't hurt." Nodding vigorously, Spots tumbled out of her nest after Dance, waddling after the she-cat to peer out of the nursery.

"Wooow..." Her eyes round once more, the Savannah gazed around camp, amazed at its size. Beside her, Dance purred loudly.

"You'll be able to go out there with your brothers in a few days, I promise. But not yet."

"Where are Mink and Coyote?" A smirk grew on Dance's face, and she gently nosed her daughter back into the nest.

"Those two are causing chaos somewhere in camp, surely. It won't be long until someone shows up with their miserable hides." Twitching her whiskers in amusement, the torbie lay down beside her adopted kit, who was still yet to learn that she wasn't really Dance's daughter.