(A/N: Something very short I wrote once again in my awesome Wonder Woman Journal. I wanted to test out my theory of Cori and Tanto with the rest of the fans. I hope they don't kill me...Enjoy!)

Summary: A very short, and kind of angsty, piece with our favorite psychic kitties and a very small kitten.

Disclaimer: Keyword: FAN fiction. You know the drill.

Left For Dead

A Coricopat/Tantomile Fanfic

by Jill Diamond

The twins lay on either side of the small kit, huddling their best and trying to keep her warm. Well, she would be warm if the male twin wasn't constantly tossing and turning. Eventually, he gave up and raised his head from his paws, looking at his copy.

"Tantomile? Are you awake?" he thought silently.

Without opening her eyes, she communicated, "I'm surprised you lasted this long."

"I'm worried about her, Tantomile. She hasn't even opened her eyes yet. What if she-?"

"She won't. You have to believe that," she nearly barked. She let out a testy sigh and opened her eyes, gazing at the ground. "I'm sorry, it's just...if anything happened to her...I'd never forgive myself."

"Why would it be your fault? You haven't done anything wrong." Coricopat pointed a sympathetic paw generally in his twin's direction.

"Coricopat, if you will remember, I was the one who read minds first! That pompous queen and what she thought of me. I just couldn't control myself. I was ashamed."

"Tantomile, it wasn't your fault. I'm the one who claimed that we both had the ability. If anything, I'm the one who should be blamed."

The she-twin sighed. "We could be awake all night if we keep this up," she said, revealing her soft voice. She gazed at the kitten in between them with soft eyes.

"She'll be okay, she'll be okay," she repeated to herself.

Coricopat followed her eyes to the kit and sighed. Jemima had been getting sicker and sicker since they had left their old tribe. If she didn't pull through...

"Stop thinking that," Tantomile said aloud, raising her voice a little.

Her twin shushed her, and then gestured to the now stirring Jemima. Tantomile brought her paw to her mouth, and then assumed a sleeping position, her back facing the kitten.

The tiny princess let a yawn escape her mouth and kneaded her paws a few times on the ground. Then she re-settled herself and fell instantly back asleep with a small cough.

Coricopat sighed. Mother would never forgive him if he let his little sister die. She was the most precious thing in the world to her. He was supposed to be the tom and hold down the fort and protect everyone. Now, he hadn't even been able to save an old queen from the doom of her tribemates.

He closed his eyes and lay still again, his dreams replaced with the mental echo of Tantomile crying.

The End

(A/N: ...What? I warn you people it's short, and yet you never believe me. Whatevs. Yes, I think Jemmy is Cori and Tanto's little sis. Do you have a problem with that? I have proof! Go grab a full-body picture of either Cori or Tanto (or both, in many cases), and then compare it to a full-body pic of Jemima. Their legs! It's the exact same striped leg warmer copied five times! Plus, they both have the exact same coloring, and don't tell me that part in "Moments of Happiness" was for squat. *fumes* Okay, I'm calm. I'm calm.)