A faint mewling came from within the tree trunk, as the wind whistled around the family. Jaggedheart, a pale brown and black tom gave a growl, sensing movement outside. His mate, Tigerfur, meowed with worry " Don't go fighting Jag, I want our kits to have a father. " He nodded, but frowned as he watched down onto the three kits. The first, oldest kit gave a wiggle, biting gently onto her fathers paw, but the other two twin kits were still. Tigerfur gave a shriek, seeing a large, muscular figure outside the trunk. Jag spun around,his lips drawn back into a snarl. His eyes widened with horror as he saw his old friend. " Jax, how DARE you come here. " Jax gave a short, bitter laugh. " I see my darling ran to you after she left me " Tigerfur let out a hiss, moving the kits behind her. Tigerfur meowed " Ill never be yours you furball." " We'll see, we'll see.." Jax suddenly sprang at Jag, pinning the younger tom down easily and unsheathing his long claws. " Your whole family will watch you DIE!" Tigerfur lept into the way, screeching "NO!" and letting out a wail of pain as she was killed instantly. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Jag let out a yowl. Jax laughed again before padding off, leaving the broken family behind.
Tiger purred playfully, watching her dad search for her. She was an only kit, apparently her sisters had died when she was young. She sneezed, immediately alerting her father. " Tiger, i know you're there!"