A warrior born

Cruithne kissed his wife Eithne’s paw and smiled. Surrounding her on the bed were seven perfect kittens, eyes shut, all nudging each other, trying to get close to their mother. A little white female kept pushing her way in, knocking the other kittens off their stumbling paws. Cruithne leaned over and picked up the mewling …

In the beginning…

Two small figures stood in the desolate moor as around them the maelstrom of elements howled to their mistress. The Cailleach stood up, the bells on her ankles tinkling as she moved. Flashes of blue skin glistened as her cape spun around her.  ‘Cruithne,’ she said to the cat kneeling in front of her, ‘this …