The new-born kit finally opened his bright blue eyes. He looked over at his mother, and surprisingly he didn't want food from her. She lay there dead. A grey tom was washing blood off of his paws, and protecting his litter-mates with his flank.
"What are you doing?" he hissed at the little tom. "You don't belong with us. Your different." he started to wash the kits at his feet. The black kit wailed in hunger, but the tom just sat there. He picked up the kits, and walked away. "Go find someone else to take care of you. You don't have anything to do with the rest of your family, anyway." then, he was left alone. In the dark.
The kit opened his eyes, and noticed that no one was around. Then, he remembered everything. He started to cry little tears, but he saw some cats walking toward him, sympathy in there eyes. A big lithe silver-and-black she-cat walk up to him. Her azure gaze bore into his stormy blue ones.
"What are you doing here alone? Where is your mother?" she asked calmly, wrapping her tail over her paws. The kit looked at her.
"My father... abandoned me. And killed my mother." he looked over at his dead mother. The small black tom was hungry. "Why are you here?" he asked in a small mew. The she-cats eyes widened, and she sighed.
"My name is Ripplestar of LakeClan. My duty is to protect my cats, all sizes." she glanced at the other cats, and looked back at him. "I have to protect every kit. My patrol spotted you on the border, and we needed to see what all happened. So, I guess we need to take you home." she smiled at him, and she swished her tail. "Swiftstream, lead the kit back to camp."
Some of the cats whispered, "Just another burden over our shoulders." then Ripplestar whisked her tail, and they were all quiet. The smoky grey she-cat picked the kit up, and they walked back to the camp.