It was a windy afternoon, the sky was dull and grey. I remember two মার্জার fighting. I was watching with 3 other মার্জার at my side. There was a voice of a female. i could hear her but not see her. " WE have to give up one! we dont have enough prey for every cat in here! " a male voice replied with anger " আপনি would give up your own kits?! "

I was carried off into a forest blanketed in snow. The female voice sounded sad with despair. She whispered to me " i প্রণয় আপনি honey... but i have to give আপনি up for the sake of the clan " That was all i remembered. I woke up and it was late autumn. I started...