Apple padded along through some underbrush, starving as usual. His tail dragged behind him against the ground, and a small mewl of desperation escaped his small mouth. He finally collapsed into a mud puddle created by recent rain. Apple thought about what had happened since his mother died.
When he had woken up that day, he had been shocked to find his mother's body cold and lifeless. The young kitten had had no choice but to leave and try to survive on his own. However, it now seemed that his luck was at an end. Apple was covered from head to tail in all sorts of filth, he was coughing, and he was incredibly skinny, even for a kit. His scrawny form was hardly recognizable as a kitten.
Maybe it's time to just give up. Is life even worth living without a family? These were among the many phrases going around Apple's head as he struggled to stand up and walk another few steps before collapsing to the ground once again. After a few minutes, he cried out in desperation one last time before just laying in the mud, whimpering. A sudden rustle of leaves to the side of Apple caught his attention. He turned his head around, picking up more mud in the process, to stare into the face of a larger cat looking right at him.
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