[[W H Y c a n't I s e e?]]

[x.Alaihyne]

It seemed like forever and a day since she’d talked down the familiar and worn down path. Her tail weaving to and fro behind her tender flank, the scruff atop of her cranium more rigid than was usual. Her mixed gray-green eyes dancing as her nose took in the many distinctive aromas around her, most of which where unrecognizable and foreign, leaving her to simply guess at what they might be. The warrior’s rounded obsidian colored lobes fluttering freely in every which direction before firmly perking upright and pushing foreword. Aha! There you are.. As she rounded an offset bend among the hill like terrain, She paused in her footing. A devious smirk replacing her grin from before, when she spotted the lone willow tree several yards off. The female dropped the cursed kit, not careing what happened to her. She gave a yowl, allerting any preditor to the small black bundle that lay on the rock. She attacked the left eye of the kit with her claw, forever maiming the kit. She laughed, in that evil way of hers before running. Remberence raced off to the Rouge's Place.
Goodbye, you fool nameless kit. You now will be crowfood. Poor, poor kit.

The she-kit had felt the bumps and sharp sticks of the long trip. She had screamed when the pain had some. And now, she small lungs screaming with need for air, she cried for the warmth of her mother.
mumthy...?!?!?!

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[Snowstar]

The yelps were loud enough to bring the spirits from Starclan, so it was no wonder why the obsidian and white she-cat raced down the complex maze with grace and speed to match Kestrel herself in quite the flurry. Her ears only had to work to find the young kit, before she skidded to a halt just as the mother was bounding away.

... But the noise still lingered.... Snowstar bent and shoved through some pesterous weeds and found the source. Snowstar did of course have three boisterous kits (somewhere in rogue lands by now), so it was no wonder why her maternal instincts kicked in and she curled around the kit, licking it softly to calm it.

[x.Alaihyne]

The small, albit runty kit felt the warmth surround her. She didn't even try to move. So this was what it felt like to be loved? She didn't know, but her life was hard. The warm, stick stuff dripped down from where the colors had come. She gave a mew of pain then went silent. She gave the small mew of the five day old kit who had little-to-no words.
You upblue shine?

[Snowstar]

<sub>Snowstar curled her tail around the kit one last time before getting up. However, she arched her back and kept low to the ground to shield the kit from the cold. "No, young one... I am living, and breathing, much like you," ?She said softly, picking the kit up. However, her grip was soft and skilled, and carried the young kit carefully high above the ground so as not to drag her.

With that, she returned to the den.</sub>