Suddenly Snowkit feels claws in his flank as a bird latches on to him carrys him away from his home, his mother, his everything.

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Snowkit is high in the sky, probably higher than any other cat had ever been. He squeals loudly but he can't hear himself, he never could.
Snowkit had been deaf since birth. That's what had led to this.
He knew his mother was trying to say something, he just didn't know what. He also hadn't known there was a bird coming right for him.
Soon the bird began going downwards, downwards, and Snowkit sees what must be the birds nest.
Pieces of shattered eggshells are scattered around the nest and after a moment Snowkit can just barely smell what is probably baby bird but there are none.
The bird drops Snowkit in the nest harshly.
Snowkit looks at the bird, its beak wide open as if calling for its baby birds but no little birds come.
The bird flies out of the nest, taking Snowkit with it.

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Snowkit squeals, but of course it's no use, the bird holds him tight.
Snowkit begins to wriggle, maybe the bird would let go and he would be free!
The bird starts going down as Snowkit wriggles so Snowkit keeps at it.
Suddenly Snowkit is about five mouse lengths off the ground the bird drops him and flies away.
Snowkit stands up shakily and looks around him. He doesn't recognize this area, nor does he really recognize anything for that matter. He lifts his chin and begins to sniff around, hoping to find the scent of his mother.
Snowkit wails, not audible to him, but maybe to someone else.
As Snowkit puts his nose into a bush he smells something odd. It smells like a cat, but not like any cat he had ever met.
Snowkit notices the bush move just slightly, and then more.
He begins to stumble backwards, hoping the bird hadn't come back for him.
Suddenly a silver tabby she-cat launches out of the bush. She grabs Snowkit by the scruff and continues to run.
Snowkit is swung side to side as the she-cat runs. What is she running from?