Another warrior cats thing, this is the short continuing story of Rockykit, a dog adopted into the clan by two apprentices, Featherpaw and Dawnpaw, alongside his 'littermate', Cinderkit, a lynx abandoned by her family as well.
Enjoy!

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And all I remember is your back

He blinked as he stared up at his father, his earliest memories, huddled at his mother’s stomach while they bickered, before his father turned out the small flap door and left.

Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past

His father was black and brown like himself, while his mother was a dark grey color, resembling their father, but a different shape and size. He sighed and huddled into his littermates, all of them different colors, but a mix of father and mother. Only he looked exactly like his father.

I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you

It had been two nights since father left. His littermates had teased him for looking like father and saying he would be exactly like him. He had left through the flap door, stumbling after his father's scent, usually tumbling over about each step.

I begged you to want me, but you didn't want to

He found his father in the alleyway, laying with a different she. He followed his father and the strange other she for about a few months, before he was abandoned in this large ‘no-fur’ object. He had desperately tried to get out, and failed, giving into his new shelter.

And all of your words fall flat

A few weeks after being abandoned he heard his father’s familiar bark and the scared whines of the other she he had been with, snarls of no-fur arising past the sounds. After a while of scuffling, a loud sound happened, his ears ringing from the sound. He heard a thud on the floor and a foul scent rised to his nostrils, an impulsive whimper coming from his jaw. He heard the scared yelps of the other she and paws scuffling, heavy no-fur footsteps following after.

I made something of myself and now you wanna come back

Days later he had laid his head down, blind now because of the muck stuck onto his eyes. Sleep soon grasped him like a claw, and he woke to his father looming over him. He growled at the figure, knowing he was dreaming.

But your love, it isn't free, it has to be earned

“Son, you look like me. If you allow me to, I can control your fate. You’ll turn out like me, and be the most powerful here.” His father barked at him, thrusting him to his paws with his muzzle. He snapped back with a growl, shaking his head. “I won’t, father.”

Back then I didn't have anything you needed so I was worthless

He glared at his father, and soon awoke to scuffling outside and a different language he had never heard. It wasn’t his own and it wasn’t one of the no-furs. He barked and whined, whimpering, trying to be as loud as he could. The presumed words stopped, and he heard scuffling as it approached. He didn’t know what it was, but he kept making the sounds, desperate to get out of the no-fur object.

But piece by piece, he collected me up

He felt the object he was sheltered in move as paws scuttled onto the edge. He squirmed down in the piles of trash and no-fur mini-objects, his limbs unusable from less use. The pile he was on vibrated as the bigger creature leaped down and made a sound to him. He didn’t understand the sound, but it soothed him, which made his motions stop.

Off the ground, where you abandoned things 

He felt something shove under his small body and soon felt the trash disappear from under his paws, and it was replaced by fur. He felt the wind brush his ragged pelt as he was transferred from one scent of fur to the next, and eventually the solid ground, where the two pelts brushed on him on either side.

Piece by piece he filled the holes that you burned in me

He barked a gentle thanks as his paws worked on the ground in need to stand, simply feeling vibrations come from both pelts. He picked the scents out individually and pressed his muzzle into the one who saved him from the no-fur contraption. His savior was making noises to the other, which he attempted to copy in a means to understand it.

Six years old and you know

He had curled up to sleep with the others before he was lifted up, causing him to bark out of surprise, although he felt the similar fur and settled, letting himself be carried.

A while later, he was set down and he scented one of the two creatures leaving, left alone with the other one he was passed to when he was carried out. He stumbled to his paws, earning a proud sound from the other as he shoved along them. He sniffed deeper, catching the scent of she. He barked happily, nudging into the pelt, smiling. His ears twitched as he heard pawsteps and turned his head, wishing he could see past the muck on his eyes. A fainter sound like the one from his rescuers came, and he could smell an unfamiliar scent. He smiled, once again being lifted off the ground, falling limp.

He never walks away

He sat in the jaw of the she, scenting more creatures surround them, more sounds coming from them. He barked gently, hearing a faint noise of aggression from the other animal they picked up. He suddenly hit the ground, set down, causing him to bark gently. He heard more sounds of communication and squirmed gently on the ground, limbs still sore from un-use. He felt something nudge him up to his paws, woofing softly and leaning against one of his saviors, feeling a similar paw-like shape near his own, legs shaking. He heard bits of conversation, sounds, and eventually he was standing on his own, the other by his side having left, hearing them murmur. He soon felt the ground vibrating and a mass settled at his side, using his scent to identify it was one of his saviors. He understood a word. “Rockykit!” The other chirped, turning to face the she…? with a happy bark.

He never asks for money

He felt a furry object boop him, causing a yelp and playful bark afterwards. He thought of the word, realizing it must be a name. ‘Rockykit’.. His name! His name is Rockykit now. The same furry and feathery object pat along his head, causing him to smile. He realized these creatures must care for him if they gave him a name. He clawed at the goop near his eyes, but he couldn’t reach it. He felt something reach towards him and soon the goop was gone, he couldn’t feel the substance anymore.

He takes care of me

His eyes opened, and he saw.. cats? Cats saved him. He examined the pelts. The she he had been leaning against, and who rubbed his eyes clear was a dusty color. Black striped markings along in random patterns, white chest tuft and eye splotches. He smiled and let his tongue loll out, gazing past her to see a smaller creature. Again dusty colored, with faint black spots. It looked about the same size as him, and he had memories of his mother and littermate. ‘Littermate?’ He wondered, being snapped back as the cat in front of him opened her jaw and made a sound. It sounded happy, he thought. He heard a sound behind him and turned to see a white she-cat with golden spots, smiling at them.

He loves me

Rocky watched as the golden cat fell next to the dusty one, and saw the size difference in both of them. He assumed the dusty one was younger. He watched as his littermate leaped onto the dusty one and bit at her ear, and he decided to do his own exploring, stumbling up and gazing at the golden cat. The cat smiled and leaned down, licking at the top of his head, an experience not known too much to him, causing him to blink and woof before leaping onto her, copying what his littermate did. The other fell over with a short sound, a tad bit of concern falling into Rocky before realizing she was fine, leaning over and sticking out his tongue, licking at her face like she did him.

Piece by piece, he restored my faith

Eventually he let go and he joined his littermate, looking for a place to lay. The golden cat tapped him and pointed with her tail, which he followed with his gaze. He saw a sheltered area covered in moss and quickly nudged his littermate, who jumped ahead into the den. He quickly followed, barking and his littermate making some other cat noise.. Meowing! That’s what that was called. He heard it faintly in his memories, must’ve had cats near by. As he jumped into the sheltered area, he noticed more cats, quickly curling smaller cats near their stomachs with their tails. He smiled, continuing to bark with his littermate, who tried to copy his sounds.

That a man can be kind and a father could, stay

His head turned and he saw the dusty cat and golden cat tumble into the area. He heard an aggressive sound and turned to see a cat with a single smaller one open her jaw and make a low, repeating sound.. Hissing. That was her hissing. He again remembered the sound. As her jaw closed he saw his littermate huddle at the floor, which he mimicked, gazing up at the other cat with the smaller. He saw the fur on her shoulders rise, turning as the dusty cat joined them, leaning into the small-ish cat, his littermate jumping and nuzzling her. The golden cat stepped forward and also hissed at the cat with the smaller. The smaller cat with the tiny cat hissed back, her spine fur rising. Afterwards, the golden cat stepped forward and yanked her teeth into the back of her neck, dragging her as they hissed and batted at her while squirming, the small cat left behind squeaking madly.

Piece by piece

Rocky looked up to the dusty cat, who gently smiled at them, trying to comfort them it seems. He barked happily, leaning into her and digging his muzzle into her fur. Out of the corner of his eye, another bigger cat approached the tiny kit left, lapping their tounge on its head. Eventually, the cat that hissed at the golden cat walked back in, fur bristled as she approached the tiny kit. Rocky smiled, barking at his littermate as the dusty cat rose and left the area, the golden cat nudging in. Rocky shuffled towards a moss pile with the scent of the golden cat, laying down. His littermate followed him, curling up next to him as the golden cat approached, smiling. She laid down, making the vibrating sound again. What was it… Purring. Rocky laid his head down, soothed by the purring, his eyes slowly closing. Sleep grasped him, and he slept undisturbed.

Rocky had woken with his littermate, now exploring the area they called home. He saw a bigger entrance to another sheltered area and waved his small tail to his littermate, rushing over to it. He crept in and saw a black and golden cat with this object around his neck, curling with a white and splotched cat. He smiled, running up and barking at the cats, while his littermate stayed behind near the entrance. The black cat flinched, a loud sound coming from his jaw, a hiss mixed with a… yowl? The cat laying with him lifted her head, her tail pressing on his shoulder as she mewed to him, but he only gave more of a reaction, the loud sound coming once more. Rocky felt his ears ringing, causing him to gently move backwards with a yelp of his own, hearing the scuttling of paws from his littermate behind him. The white cat comforted the dark cat, who kept making the loud sound. Rocky eventually heard more paws and a different loud sound, turning to see the dusty cat from before, and his other savior, a grey cat, same size as the dusty one. Their fur was puffed madly, the grey cat rushing to his littermate while the dusty cat came up to him, nudging him. He whined out of pain from his ears, burying his muzzle into her fur.

Piece by piece I fell far from the tree

He had blocked out the sound of the other cats, focusing on the dusty one in front of him. She made the purring sound, nuzzling his head, which calmed him. He attempted to copy the purr with a growl, and failed, simply letting his tongue hang out happily. Her tail grazed his head, which he leaned into, before a rough force was felt in his side, causing him to stumble away from it, tripping on his own paws and falling away from the dusty cat, yelping out of pain from the rough force. He heard a sound of distress, earth soon disappearing from under his paws, the dusty cat having picked him up. He whined, still in pain, ears falling against his head. He felt eyes burning into his fur and glanced to see his littermate focused on him. His ear twitched as he heard the familiar hiss, turning to see the white and splotched cat hissing at the black cat, who soon ran out of the shelter.

I will never leave her like you left me

A gentle poke came onto his leg, turning his gaze to see his littermate, smiling at him gently. He smiled in return, gently barking at her, the pain having faded now. He gently wriggled until the dusty cat set him down, where he quickly leaped onto his littermate. A dreadful thought of his father entered his mind, although he quickly brushed it away.

And she will never have to wonder her worth

He smiled, being kicked off his littermate, where he ran out of the shelter, barking in response, hearing his littermate in hot pursuit on his paws. He dashed through the cold white substance on the ground, a force suddenly crashing into him, sending him tumbling with a playful bark. When he stopped, his littermate was atop him, mimicking the purring sound.

Because unlike you I'm going to put her first and you know

He battered his hind paws on her underfur, also mimicking the purring with a growl once more, which she stepped off and jabbed at him with her paw. He stood, growling playfully, jabbing at her in return.

He'll never walk away,

He knew eventually, he’d understand this cat speak, and he’d learn his littermate’s name. And the cats who saved him, and all who welcomed him. For now, he’d just have to play along and learn.

He'll never break her heart

He was distracted, and next thing he knew his face was in the white earth, sent down by his littermate. He squeaked, kicking around blindly with a growl of playfulness. He leaped up as the weight on his head was taken off, leaping around and tackling his littermate.

He'll take care of things, he'll love her

His hind paws battered at her underfur as he held her there, getting batted in the chest by her paws as she squealed. A sound from a slight distance away sounded, and he lifted his head to see the dusty cat and grey cat approaching with purrs of amusement. He leaped off his littermate and dashed into the grey cat, shoving into her fur with a bark of happiness.

Piece by piece, he restored my faith

The purring sound emitted from the grey cat, a tail dealing over his shoulder. Drowsiness soon drifted like a sheet over Rocky, jaws gaping in a yawn. The grey cat noticed and mewed to the dusty cat, who gently nudged his littermate, also yawning. Rocky pressed against his littermate, the dusty cat drifting to her side while the grey cat drifted to Rocky’s side. He matched all three of them stride for stride while they padded to the sheltered area that they slept. Once reaching the shelter, Rocky quickly curled up by his littermate, laying his head on her shoulder while her tail rested on his flank. He felt the warm pelts of the grey and dusty cat circle around them, and sleep soon washed over him once more, a comforted sleep, peaceful sleep. He was happy here with his family.

That a man can be kind and the father should be great

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