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The wind howled relentlessly outside the cave, bringing with it a seemingly endless torrent of freezing snow. The black tom pressed against his mother on the cold stone floor, six fluffy bundles pressed tightly between the two of them. All seven of the pelts melted into one mass that was attempting to stay warm. As Ritter shivered uncontrollably with his fur fluffed out against the cold, he glanced at his mother. She was finally asleep, though her whiskers and face still twitched horribly. Her paws churned against the air and her kittens mewled hungrily at her, begging for milk she just did not have. The fact that Ritter could make out his

He sat hunched over her lifeless body, his fur bristled and ears flattened against his skull. His voice came in short breathy gasps as he pleaded with her to make everything stop, to come back to him, to not leave him alone. "Mother…" he whispered finally then went quiet. His eyes slid slowly from the form at his paws to what was left of the cylindrical purple flowers that lay next to his mother. Their sickly sweet scent wafted toward him and despite the faintness of it, it made him feel nauseated. He was so scared. The sound of his heart pounding was beginning to give him a headache and his tail tip twitched anxiously. Should he