Nightkit's story, a one-shot

Short, I know. I wrote this a while ago. AND, it sucks. But I didn't feel like editing it tonight. It's almost midnight. So, there you go!

Nightkit is an all-black kit, she can't see, she's blind. She is shunned by her Clan, as she has three great siblings, Sparrowkit, Sunkit and Leapkit. Well, not shunned, but she is somewhat ignored. In a few moons, she dies. This is her story, even if it's short.

My name is Nightkit.

I am blind, I cannot see. Cannot see what's in front of me.

About a moon after I was born from my mother, Snowflower, I opened my eyes and discovered I was blind. The medicine cat also realized, and told the Clan.

And from that day on, I was forever ignored.

My siblings, Sparrowkit, Sunkit and Leapkit were all better than I.

Sparrowkit, the brilliant fighter; Sunkit, a great hunter; and Leapkit, with an excellent memory of medicine herbs, could be a brilliant medicine cat, or kit.

What was I?

Useless. Worthless. Ignored. Of no use to the Clan I was born into.

I was blind.

At one moon and a half, I hurt one of my legs, and it became lame. I could not walk properly.

When we were two moons old, I fell asleep one night, wondering what it was like to be an apprentice, dreaming of hunting in the forest, fighting against the enemies, alongside Sunkit and Sparrowkit. Leapkit would wait in the shadows, ready to heal injured cats. It was bliss, I was happy.

I never woke up.

I learned later that Stormstar, my father and leader of the Clan, had snuck me out of camp and left me alone somewhere, alone, wet, and hungry. The whole Clan had known, all along! They were waiting for this. Finally, the useless kit is gone, they would say. Now we don't have to care for it anymore.

They thought they were hurting nothing.

The truth is, they hurt me; my very soul.

I enjoyed life. What did I do to deserve this, I wonder? I guess it's because I really am useless…. now I wait in StarClan, for my siblings to join me up in StarClan. Sparrowflight, excellent fighting warrior. Sunfur, a recognized hunter. Leapfoot, an excellent, knowledgeable medicine cat, with her apprentice, Dovewing. They are all growing old.

But me, I'm still a kit, living an eternal life in StarClan. Nobody, except my siblings, cared when I died. It was my siblings who, as apprentices, took my dead body and gracefully buried me.

What did I do to deserve this?

My name is Nightkit.

I am blind, I cannot see. Cannot see what's in front of me.