A tale of a kit's death.
Morning Whisker shivered, she missed the warmth of her mother, Wind runner, and the comforting mewls of her siblings.
Pebble heart slowly stepped towards her, more tansy in his mouth.
Reluctant to eat, the kit jerked her head away, and managed a pain splitting mew, longing for her mother's soothing licks of comfort.
There he is again!
The strange cat, one Morning whisker had seen many times, padded closer.
This cat had no scent, and glowed.
A distressed cry broke through the sores of the young kit's ears, as the strange tom vanished.
Wind runner broke through the gathered cats, and lunged for her kit, whilst hissing and swiping her tail.
Before the kit could drink in her mothers scent, she was pulled away.
All that Morning whisker could hear was hisses, and suddenly, the ghost like tom was back.
"Hello," He mewed.
"My name is Moon shadow."
Blinking, the young she-cat managed to push away her pain long enough to listen.
"I died with sores covering my body," He said, padding closer to the kit
"It is time for you to come with me."
Pain rushed through Morning whiskers body, as she closed her eyes, feeling the vice like grip of all her pains, Morning whisker was suddenly set free and stood up to face the tom.
"What happened?" She asked, surprised at her ability to speak.
"Come," Moon shadow ordered, "Walk with me."
And she did.