The fox seemed to realize how strong the tom was, unlike him, so he turned and ran off, his tail between his legs. Meanwhile, the six year old kitten started to meow louder. Someone had to be nearby, especially his mom, who almost never left him.

King made his way over to the kit. He glared down at it scornful because it had forced him to save it, but inside his heart was melting. He picked up the kit by its scruff.

Instantly the kit fell limp. He was safe with his mom! Well, he thought he was. His closed eyes slowly struggled to open, revealing aconitum colored eyes. "M-Mew!"

"You're fine. But he wouldn't have been if I hadn't frightened that fox," he growled. He held the kit gently despite that. "Now, where do you even belong? If it's with the people, I'm not taking you."

"Don't... know. Dogheart was rouge. We leave to join humans." The kit mewed, the words weird on his tongue. Dogheart was a cat known by many as a cat who switched Clans quite frequently, and had been a rouge multiple times."Hungry." The kit whined