This is a story of what would have happened if Mosskit survived. I hope you enjoy my second ever story!
Side note: I know her name is Mosskit, but I have a name for her and tbh nothing goes with 'Mosskit'.
The white snow was blinding, tearing at the tiny kit's paws and striking an unbearable, bitter ice into her heart. Her paws were frozen stiff, and she struggled to continue the journey as her mother lapped her fearfully. "Mossykit," I heard her say, "Come on. Just a little bit longer..." Resisting the urge to collapse, the gray-and-white she-cat squealed and half-bounced forward, lifting her paws high. She could tell her kin were being bitten by the white powder just as bad as she was; But of course, they were stronger. "B-Bluefur, I'm re-really cold." she managed to stammer, and her blue-gray mother sighed. "I suppose can rest for a while," she mewed, digging a crevice for Mossykit and her siblings to lie in. At last, Mossykit gave in to the fierce darkness pushing at the side of her eyes, and drifted out of consciousness. She felt her soul trying to escape from her body, pulling her towards the Clan of the Stars. Sighing, peaceful at last, she gave in to the tugging. Her breathing stopped; her body was still. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a cave, deep underground, surrounded by healthy, lean figures with starry pelts. She stepped back as one approached, finding her name flash in her head. Snowfur. Memories of her mother's sister flashed in her mind in a heartbeat of colourful pictures and sounds, and she stood back, panting. Looking at the she-cat's kind eyes, she longed to join her starry ranks. Snowfur stepped forward, much to Mossykit's shock. The bray-and-white she-kit stumbled backwards in surprise, and she hissed at the older cat's joyful laugh.
"Mossykit, I know you want to give in. But you have a great destiny," the white cat mused. "But for now, I give you the gift of memory - Use it as time unravels. Goodbye, young one..." Mosskit's vision faded and she found herself back in the cold snow. Her mother's strangled cries hurtled over her body, and she opened her eyes weakly. "Mama..." she murmured, squirming closer to the blue she-cat. The happiness in Bluefur's eyes was clear, and she sighed. Her head still throbbed, but she was alive... I'll rule my Clan, one day... But now, I'm happy with just being Mossykit.
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