The Battle

Why me? I didn't want this to happen... Mary looked down at her swollen belly.She was expecting the kits of one of the cats that she hated most, Balor. Behind her, a twig snapped. Her head whipped around, and there he stood.
"Balor," hissed Mary. "I thought I told you to leave."
"You expected me to listen?" he retorted. "Expect to see me again when you have your kits. They're mine."
"No!" Mary snarled. Balor let out a growl, unsheathing his claws and slicing her shoulder with one swift blow before stepping back.
"I'll get them, and that's final!"
"Over my dead body!" Mary took one bound forward before leaping, unsheathing her claws and shredding one of his folded ears. Balor hissed in pain before grabbing one of her front legs in his jaws and biting down hard. Mary let out a small cry of pain, raking her claws against his back in retaliation.
The battle continued until sunset, Balor laying a beating on Mary, who was a far less seasoned fighter than him. The sun was beginning to set. Balor clamped his jaws around Mary's tail, biting far down into it. Mary screeched in pain, clawing at his front legs. Balor snarled at the stinging pain of his woulds, which were far less intense than Mary's, then lunged, scratching at Mary's eyes in an attempt to blind her. His right paw barely missed his target, but the left paw made its intended mark. Blood dripped into Mary's right eye, which now had three fresh claw marks slitting it open. Mary stared at Balor, her tail tucked and a look of shock and fear in her eyes.
"I believe I've won this battle," hissed Balor, blood dripping from his mouth and claws. He turned and walked away, leaving Mary to stare as he left.

One season later, with her one good eye, Mary watched her two kittens, Dogtooth and Obsidian Moon. They were playfully wrestling under a bush. Mary had left her den after the fight with Balor, moving as far away as she could. She was lucky to not have any stillborn kittens from the fight, and both of them were healthy and growing fast. She slightly waved her stump of a tail, which had been severed deeply during the fight with Balor and had to be amputated due to infection.
"Your kits are beautiful, Mary," said Ebony Fire, a black molly. "It's a shame that they can't meet their father. I guess it's for the best, though." Mary simply nodded in agreement. Multiple other cats living in the area were conversing.
"Did you hear that Ivory is having kits?" asked Ebony Fire.
Mary's ears perked up. "Who's the father?"
"Badgertooth is," replied Ebony Fire.
"Congratulate them for me, will you?" Mary said. "New kits are always a blessing." Ebony Fire nodded. Her ears then perked up.
"It sounds like Flash is calling me. See you later!" The black molly ran off. Mary sighed, looking at her kits. She knew that they would want to know about their father later, but that was a problem for another day. Right now, all that mattered was that they were safe.