one.
She is born alongside Hazelkit. She does not know his mother's name, no one does. She is named by that pretty pinkish-cream cat.
She's just learning words when she watches that cat set down a cream-spotted bundle no old than herself next to his mother.
"His name is Maggotkit," she says, "He's from RiverClan."
"I was wrong to let you name my kits," his mother says.
two.
Weaselkit takes her first bite of lapwing alongside Hazelkit and Maggotkit. Her mother leaves in the night. She's heartbroken.
"Good riddance," says the pinkish-cream cat.
three.
They become apprentices and whenever Maggotpaw comes home with a blackbird in his jaws, Weaselpaw is absolutely smitten.
four.
Weaselpaw goes to Petalfall one day and asks if a cat can become a tom if they want.
When she says yes he triumphantly runs circles around camp yowling, "I am Weaselpaw and I am a tom!"
He catches his flecks of ice on Maggotpaw's rays of sunlight and feels his heart sink.
five.
Maggotpaw takes him out into the woods and Weaselpaw fears the worst.
"You're sure you're a tom?" he asks.
Weaselpaw nods.
Maggotpaw steps closer and licks behind his ear. "That makes things easier."
Weaselpaw finds a pink primrose and weaves it into his fur right on the spot where Maggotpaw had licked him.
six.
Weaselpaw becomes Weaselwhisker. Within the next six moons he's expecting kittens of his own.
He lays in his favorite patch of shade under the oak tree between the nursery and warrior den and turns a way where he can face his stomach. He speaks softly about his clanmates, pretending his kits can understand.
Maggottail isn't as affectionate with their kits. Weaselwhisker doesn't mind.
seven.
Weaselwhisker is taking a walk, and when he comes back, he finds no sign of Maggottail and finds Flystar in Fawnpaw and Twigtail's den. He doesn't put two and two together until he's grabbed a lapwing and walks past the ferns of the apprentice den.
"I killed him!" exclaimed Fernpaw, to Buzzardpaw, Cloudstorm and Birdflight. "Flystar told me to chase him out and I killed him!"
"He'll never hurt dad again," Buzzardpaw adds somberly.
"You killed Maggottail?" Birdflight asks, "Single-pawed?"
Fernpaw nods and Weaselwhisker stops.
He drops his lapwing and can feel his heart and lungs leave his body. He can't breathe and there's darkness at the edge of his vision. As he collapses he wonders if this is what Petalfall feels.
He wakes up in the medicine den with Fawnpaw rubbing his belly.
"Thank StarClan," she says, "We thought we lost you."
"Whatever that was, don't do it again," Twigtail adds.
Weaselwhisker can't speak to ask him if what Fernpaw said was true. When he realized his primrose had fallen off, he knew it was.
eight.
His daughter looks just like him. He refuses to name a father, but Hazelwing knows. Hazelwing stares at her niece and nephew knowing their have a murderer's blood in them.
Weaselwhisker flexes his claws and says, "They are not their father. Their names are Stoatkit and Mousekit, and they are mine."
But the night Mousefang goes to war with ThunderClan and Stoatfur tells him how she triumphantly went at Redstar's throat herself, he's not entirely sure.
nine.
He never gets to tell his kits who sired them.
He lays in Duskstar's Clearing with Nettleclaw's fangs inside his neck, Nightfur and Acornpaw trying to drag him off.
He stops feeling blood pour out of his throat as Stoatfur grabs him and drags him away. He feels his body cooling and feels his chest tighten and knows if he stays there much longer, he'll be stuck.
So his spirit floats up and out. He can't stop the tug bringing him upward no matter how much he wants to stay and watch over his kits.
He breaks through on the edge of a river. Across it in a blood-red forest he sees the beams of sunlight he once fell in love with.