The Underground

Uh.... I got bored .3.
I was watching warriors speedpaints on the YewTewbz when I came across flightfootwarrior's Varjak Paw fan speedpaint..... no idea what Varjak Paw is...... but I had been planning on doing something like this for a while and when I watched the Varjak Paw speedpaint I was just like "Ya know what screw it I'm doin it."
I have no names for them..... if anyone wants to adopt one of them then feel free But I made up semi-backstories for the one-eyed kitten and the big dark grey tom since I'm trying to decide which one I want between them XD
Big dark grey tom:

(Insert name here)'s mother was killed on a road when he was very young. His brothers and sisters had been born dead, so he was the only one. It was raining, and his mother was trying to carry him across a road. She hadn't seen nor heard any cars through the rain..... but suddenly, a roar filled her ears. She dashed forward in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was too late. The only thing she could do was drop (name) from her jaws, flinging him onto the grass beyond just before she was hit.
"H-Hey!!" (name) squeaked when he had recovered. His unfocused kitten eyes could only see two lights growing farther and farther away. "Come back!!!" no answer. He staggered over to the limp heap in the road. "Mama, common, we gotta go." he said as he nosed his mother's back. "Mama stop sleeping." he pleaded.
The same roar exploded in his small kitten ears, and he squeaked, diving into the muddy grass once more.
Thump.
As soon as the roar died down, (name) took in a shaky breath, turned around, and opened his eyes. He screamed at the sight that lay before him.
There was his mother, her wide, blood-shot eyes staring straight into his own. The skin on her stomach had been ripped away, revealing muscle and rib. Her jaw hung open in an eternal cry of agony.
He shut his water-leaking eyes and ran in the other direction, bumping into trees, shrubs, stones, everything that lay in his path. He didn't dare open his eyes, for he feared he would see her dead face again.
(name) Ran like this untill the rain stopped, and then, having no energy to do anything else, collapsed face-down in the dirt.
He woke up on something soft and warm. His mama had once told him about the good place were nice cats go when they die..... warm, soft, never sad or lonely..... this fit that description. Am I dead? He thought, and opened his eyes to see two faces, both furless. He gulped. Are these angels? He wondered, though he doubted it.
"Easy now." a voice said, though he did not understand the words. He was stroked by a large, furless, mishapen paw. It was nothing compared to his mama's rough toung, but it was something, at least. No matter how uneasy he felt, he was alive, and hopefully safe. So (name) drifted off to sleep.
For a long time after that (name) lived with these nice humans, always feeding him when he wanted food, never forgetting to pet him when they came home. They even gave him a shiny blue collar with a pretty golden tag that said boldly, (name). Even when they ran out of cat food, he could always ind mice in the barn. They would let him outside whenever he wanted to explore the woods surrounding their house. They had no neighbors to bother them........ life was absolutely perfect for (name).
A storm destroyed his life. One storm. Both of his people, his adopted parents, his best friends, were killed by a falling tree. This rain killed the only ones he loved for the second time in his life..... nad once again he saw their dead faces, eyes wide and scared.
He wandered down the edge of the road for days, seeking non-existent mice. He found two people that looked like his own people, except much younger-looking. Maybe young adults? He didn't know, but he limped up to them and sat down at their feet. He tried to look as friendly as he could and released a small "Mrowr?"
The people were nothing like (name)'s. They shouted at him and kicked him as he tried to run away. He couldn't get away fast enough in his weakened state. One took a sharp object out of its artificial pelt and slashed it across (name)'s eye. He cried out in pain and stumbled forward, blinded by blood. One then strapped the sharp object to his tail, most likely to make it harder still to get away with the added weight. After a few more minutes of mercilessly beating (name), they finally got bored with their toy and left.
By some miracle (name) survived. But after tat day, he vowed something. He vowed to search the world untill he found those two people, untill he got his revenge....
Untill he saw their dead faces.

Ya >.> Now for the small kitten's one.

(Name) was an average cat. Always obeyed his parents, never got into mischief.
That's a nice dream, isn't it?
Sadly, it is not the case with (name). His mother died of bloodloss shortly after he was born.
"Mum........ Mum.... want milk...." he whimpered, his eyes yet not open.
"Child, who has ever cared what you wanted in this world?" were his mother's last words before her eyes dimmed.
"Big brother, why did Mum leave? I want her here." (Name) asked his brother about a month later.
"Because you killed her, runt. No body here, there, or anywhere gives a pile of sticks about what you want. Now go sit over there and leave me alone."
"Yes big brother." (name) did as he was told.... he wanted his older siblings to like him. He wanted it very badly. So, one day, he told his father one of the few days he wasn't "having alone time."
"Daddy, I want big brother and big sister to like me. But no matter what I do, they don't. Why don't they-"
"Leave." he father growled without even looking at him.
"Daddy, wha-"
"LEAVE NOW YOU STUPID UNWANTED FLEA-BAG!" his father roared.
(Name) did as he was told. He always did in his quest to be liked.
But, he realized something that day..... life was cruel, oh so very cruel.
he learned just how cruel life was 3 months later.
His father had finally just left (name) and his siblings to fend for themselves.
"You stupid runt, you made Father leave!" his sister hissed, as she unsheathed her claws.
"We're gonna make you pay, runt. You took our parents away." his brother growled. A flash of fur was all he see, and all he felt was unbearable ripping pain the side of his face. He fell on his side, his mouth full of blood.
"No...... No..... I WANT!!!" he screamed, staggering to his feet.
"I WANT I WANT I WANT!" he trudged forward towards his attackers.
"R-Runt....?"
"I WANT YOU TO DIE!!" His wish was granted.



Yeah..... before-sketch drawn with MS Paint,
Actually picture drawn with Paint Tool SAI.
Characters open! (except for the dark grey tom and kitten )
Time taken.... uh...
started at 8 pm.... got off at 10:30.....
got on at 11 am.....
ended at 3..... (Took me 45 minutes to type backstories XD)
4 hours 30 minutes