"Bengali, where are mama and papa?" Angara asked.

The two looked at the place they called home; which was now engulfed in flames. Bengali closed his eyes, and held Angara closer. With that, she knew where they were. Angara wriggled out of her brother's grasp, and ran back into the house. Bengali tried to stop his sister from running back in, but a tall cat stopped him.

"I need to get my sister." Said Bengali.

"You stay here, I'll get her. What is her name?" Arten asked.

"Angara." Said Bengali.

"Maria, stay with him." Said Arten.

Maria put her hands on Bengali's shoulders, and they watched as Arten went inside the burning house. He started in the nearest room, and didn't see anything; so he moved on. With space he checked, he became worried that something fell on her, and she was dead. As Arten came to the last room; he heard weeping, and desperate plea's for someone to get up. He came to the open door, and seen Angara. She was shaking a woman's shoulder.

"Mama, you have to get up. You and papa can't leave us; now please get up." Said Angara.

Arten then got to Angara's side, and picked her up.

"No, no; you have to help them." Said Angara.

"They're gone, Angara." Said Arten.

"No, they're not." Angara yelled as she pounded at his shoulders.

Arten soon turned, and headed out of the burning house. As they neared the front door, a burning cloth landed on Angara's arms. When Arten heard Angara start screaming, he stopped to see what was wrong. Arten put Angara down, and seen her batting at her arms. He took his vest off, and started patting at the burning cloth. But when he heard a crack, and looked behind him. He picked Angara up, and ran out of the burning house. When both Maria and Bengali seen them come out, they ran up to them. Arten handed Angara off to a healer, and watched as the cat looked over Angara. He was especially careful with her arms. He carefully cleaned the burns, put some ointment on the burns, and then he wrapped her arms.

The village leader had gathered a few cats, and was speaking to them. Soon each one shook their heads, and walked away. Arten then walked over to the village leader.

"If I may ask, what was that all about?" Arten asked.

"I asked those men if they could take the twins in, but none of those men can; they said that their families can't afford it." Said the village leader.

"What will happen to them?" Arten asked.

"I'll have to send them to a temple." Said the village leader.

Arten knew what that meant, the twins could be separated, and they wouldn't see each other again. He knew he should speak to his wife first, but he didn't want to let the village leader to make arrangements.

"Excuse me, I'll take them in." said Arten.

"Why?" the village leader asked.

"My wife, and I can't have cubs of our own; but we want cubs." Said Arten.

The village leader then looked towards the cubs, and then back at Arten. He then let out a breath, and said that two white tiger cubs would stick out in their village. Arten then also looked at the cubs. He told the village leader that he can't let them be sent to a temple. The look on the village leaders face, told Arten to continue.

"When I was a cub, my parents died. My younger brother and I were sent to a temple, and we were separated. A family came, and took him in, but I was too old, and I was left there. When I was old enough, and was able to leave the temple, I went to find my brother. I still haven't given up hope to find my brother." Said Arten.

"I understand, now. Well, if you're sure, then I won't make the arrangements." Said the village leader.

The cat walked away, and Arten then walked over to his wife. Maria seen him walking towards her, and she got up to talk to him.