I have been notified that there is a story similar to this one, so welcome to the non-similar re-write just to play it safe! :3
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Prologue
Snowkit yawned, stretching to regain mobility over his white-furred sleepy body. Standing up, he looked at his mother in a longing way, pleading to go outside and play. He couldn't talk to her, because he didn't know how, and it was very possible he would never learn. Snowkit was deaf.
Snowkit's mother nodded and smiled feebly, as she was aware of Snowkit's problem. Snowkit smiled back, hiding his own feebleness behind it. He just couldn't take his mother's sorrow. Quickly, Snowkit stood up and dashed outside into the sunlight-dappled ThunderClan camp. Snowkit's mother, a pale tabby, watched from the nursery protectively.
Looking around, Snowkit saw his abandoned moss ball from before and began batting it around, endlessly amused by such a almost worthless item in his soundless world. Eventually snapping out of his trace-like state, he looked over at the bigger kits who were admiring Fireheat- was that his name? Snowkit didn't know for sure, nor did he know the other kit's names. He simply called them Spot and Stripe in his mind.
He tried to call them over, but by the almost hurt look the kits flashed Snowkit he knew he had messed up. Fireheat turned to Snowkit.
"Sall right." Snowkit said, trying to apologize, but Fireheat simply shook his head. Snowkit went back to his game of single-player moss ball, but wasn't as focused as before. He felt hurt and angry. He couldn't talk nor could he understand them most of the time, so why bother? But.. why did they treat him like an outsider, why did only his mother seem to love him?
Snowkit sighed, not able to hear the simple sound, halting his game completely. He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, Stripe and Spot were being all but pushed back into the den. Snowkit frantically stood up, confused, as all other cats present stayed away from the center of the clearing, where Snowkit was alone.
Confused, he darted his eyes left and right, finally settling on his mother. His mother mouthed something to him, frantic and dashing forward faster than Snowkit had ever seen her move.
Then he felt it, the claws digging deep into his back. Looking up, Snowkit saw the yellow, glassy eye of a bird of prey, a hawk. He screamed loudly, but it didn't break the 'invisible barrier' that blocked his ears from hearing. Momma... Snowkit thought, one of the only words he knew.
He felt the ground escape from him, being lifted into the air. Snowkit flailed and screeched and reached for it, but he was only being lifted higher. His mother jumped to reach him, Snowkit's paw only just missing his mother. With another flap of wings, Snowkit's last sight of ThunderClan escaped him.
Snowkit simply knew the only thing he could to was wait for death, tears beginning to flow down his cheeks, feeling his warm blood ooze down his back. He cried because he trusted that his mother would save him, but she couldn't. He cried because his feelings had been hurt. And finally, he cried, because of course he was dying. By the time Snowkit had no tears left to shed, He had lost sight of the forest long ago.
Knowing his time was up, Snowkit put on the bravest face he could muster as he noticed the hawk was beginning to slow, approaching a giant nest high in a dead tree with three hawk kits. His face fell immediately.
As soon as the hawk landed, Snowkit unsheathed his claws and mightily scratched and scratched at the hawk's underbelly, desperately not wanting to leave his world, as awful as it was. In surprise, the hawk dropped Snowkit into the nest, hawk kits fighting to eat Snowkit alive first. Frantic, Snowkit clawed like a rouge, tearing at any flesh that dared get near him. The mother hawk bent forward, craning her neck towards Snowkit where he couldn't reach, and effectively pushed Snowkit out of the nest.
With nothing to grab on to, Snowkit tore at the air with still sheathed claws, flailing around desperately. He cringed as he hit the ground and felt a sickening
CRUNCH
Snowkit laid on the ground, left foreleg bent at an awkward angle beneath the hawk nest seemingly uncountable bear-lengths above him. No longer able to feel any emotion, Snowkit simply breathed as calmly as he could and waited for the world to turn into a dark void. His eyelids slid shut and Snowkit knew no more.
Prologue End
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