Unplanned by Sessylove219

Night of the Crescent Moon

She was so easy to discount. The young hime of the North, being the newest kitten born into that group, would not be someone that you would think held the heart of a warrior. When the kitten was born, her lady mother found out from the healers that while her youki was strong, and could heal nearly every wound, something had happened in this latest birth, and she would never be able to have any more kittens. The Lady and Lord of the North were sorrowed by this news, but still rejoiced at the birth of young Kagome. They were lucky, it would seem, that their last kitten was born healthy. Both knew, somehow, that she was special. That she was different.

As the last kitten of the North grew, people began to comment on how strange she was, how mysterious. When she was born, she had markings that were unlike any that feline youkai were known for. The strange thing was, as she grew, her markings changed. While she kept the stripes on her body, the crescent moon began to fade. The only time it would show after she reached her fifth year, was when the moon was in the exact same shape. On the night of the crescent moon, youki would flare around this female kitten, and the mark on her forehead would blaze, becoming a beacon to all around.

The first few months of this happening were a novelty to the youkai of the North. Soon it became commonplace. Even the extraordinary becomes ordinary with enough repetition.

On the night of the crescent moon, when the strange marking on her forehead shone like a torch, the young Kagome would go outside, and stare into the west. The first time someone saw her, they thought she was under some kind of spell. She would turn towards the west, and would cry. She did not make any noise, but the entire time, silent tears would stream from her amazing blue eyes. Her mother was greatly upset about this, but could do nothing to prevent it. They once tried to lock their daughter in a room on the night of the crescent moon, the wards powerful and supposedly unbreakable except by the one that cast them.

Once the markings on her forehead came to life, the little Kagome was able to break through the bonds holding her in, and proceeded to go outside for her monthly dance with the moon, the tears falling the entire night.

No one could explain why this happened, no seers would say a thing on the matter. No sorcerer would help. No one could tell the Northern rulers what was wrong with their kitten.

Soon, this too became commonplace. No one would wonder why the power emitted from the young kitten was so strange on that night. None would wonder why she would gaze into the west, none would wonder what the tears were for. This was just another part of everyday life, and the people accepted it. After all, she was so easy to discount.

Most youkai were strong. It was in the blood. The Lord and Lady of the North were certainly fierce. They ruled their lands with an iron fist. Some thought they were worse than the Lord of the West, Sesshoumaru. While these mates were strong, unfortunately, most of their offspring were not. Their older cats seemed determined to live a life of luxurious lazing in the sun, occasionally playing with inferior and weak prey before dining, and letting everyone else take on the responsibilities that came with being royalty. This was how the majority saw the felines of the North.

She was so easy to discount. People heard about her family, her siblings, and lumped her in with them. They thought her weak. They thought her lazy. They thought her indolent.

That was just how she wanted it. She wanted them to think that she was less than she was. It made them lazy, it made them less vigilant. It made them stupid.

She was so easy to discount, and that fact was the downfall of many. She lived under the guise of a silly, spoiled hime, when in fact, she held more power than most youkai could ever dream. She had the stealth of a cat, the guile of a kitsune, and the courage and honor of Lord.