User:Cryptid Hunter93/Scooby's Mystery

Scooby lives a normal life. Nice owners. Loving family. Great friends. Until a single discovery turns her world upside down. In her quest to find the truth, can Scooby overcome her trials? Or will she be defeated by them..

Prologue
The rain pelted down from the sky, soaking the dark cement that lined the whole of Twolegplace. A flash of white lit the sky as a flash of lightning cracked, sending the small rodents that scurried around the dumpsters and trash bins fleeing to their nests. Through the pouring rain and flashing lightning stepped a cat, a large brown tom with flashing blue eyes. He raised his head and took a whiff of the surrounding air with his pink nose. He turned to the shadow of a trash bin and nodded his head with an annoyed hiss. From the shadows an elegant tortoiseshell, her long silky hair slicked to her slim, yet strong, frame by the driving rain and pounding wind. Her green eyes flashed with sadness and determination as the bundle of white fur dangling from her jaws let out a frightened squeal.

"It's okay, Fishkit!" whispered the tortoiseshell, mumbling around the lumps of fur blocking her mouth as the kit began to cry louder. The brown tom stepped forward, ears flattened against his skull as a drop of rain splashed on his nose.

"I'll take her, Onionfrost," he mewed, shoving his mate's flank lightly. Onionfrost nodded and gently handed Fishkit to her father.

"Darkcry, are you sure this is the right choice?' Onionfrost whimpered, a tear forming in her left eye. Darkcry nodded, unable to speak around the lump of white fluff. He gently sat the shivering kit down on a plastic grocery bag.

"She'll never make it back in WinterClan. Not with the famine. It would end just like it did with Wolfkit," he meowed solemnly, sadness filling his blue eyes as he mentioned his deceased son. Onionfrost's eyes begin to spill tears. Wolfkit had been Fishkit's brother, but had died due to starvation. Onionflight and Darkcry both turned to Fishkit. They watched as the little kit flicked one of her gray ears as they began to become heavy with rain. Onionfrost sighed and licked her daughter's head.

"I'll always love you, Fishkit. No matter how far apart we may be, I'll be with you. If you ever need me, all you need to do is say so. But, remember Fishkit! The best answer for every question, is time," she whispered in the kit's ear. Darkcry choked on a sad cough as he stepped forward to say a final goodbye to his only surviving kit.

"Farewell, Fishkit. We leave you here not out of hatred or disdain for you, but so that you may live," he sighed, licking her ears. The little kit raised one of her gray paws and stroked it across her father's face. Darkcry smiled at the tiny gesture, a rusty purr rising in his throat. He turned as he heard scratching and saw Onionfrost was scratching her long, needle sharp claws on a door of a Twoleg-Nest. Heard her yowl as she tried to get the Twoleg inside attention. She whirled around as she heard stirring. She scooped up the little kit in her jaws and lay it on the door mat outside the door. Her and her mate had managed to hide just as the elderly women opened the door. Onionfrost and Darkcry watched with sadness as their daughter was noticed by the Twoleg, picked up by her gentle, wrinkly hands, and carried into the nest.

"I think I'll call you Scooby," the Twoleg rasped, a smile on her wrinkly face as she scratched the kit's ears. She had noticed no one who would look any bit like the kitten's owner, so she had decided to claim the  tiny white kitten as her own.

Onionfrost and Darkcry sighed and began to return to their territory in the forest.

Their tears mixing with the rain water.