Spidermouse sat in his den. An apprentice, Patchpaw, was begging for a story while he took care of Spidermouse's ticks.
He thought long and hard before he thought of a story.
"This is a sad story," He warned.
"You might cry. You might even get-" Spidermouse was cut off by an excited mew from Patchpaw.
"Alright." Spidermouse said. "Listen closely, this is a story you'll never forget. This is my story."
"When I was a warrior, I had many friends and family whom I cherished deeply.
I was always guided by them, and they were there for me every step of the way."
Spidermouse remembered as his sister, Amberflight, help him up after he fell into a pond.
"Come on, silly! You aren't a fish!"
Memories floated around as he recalled everything that happened.
"Spiderkit, you lazy mouse-brain! Get up! We'll be made apprentices today!"
"You'll have to try harder than that to catch me, Spiderpaw!"
"Spidermouse! Amberflight! Dappleberry! Bluegrass! Honeyheart!"
"Spidermouse! Come hunt with us!"
"Spidermouse, go on the border patrol! You've not been on one for awhile."
"Spidermouse!"
"Spidermouse!"
"SPIDERMOUSE!"
Spidermouse told the apprentice of the worst day of his life, Patchpaw listening to every word like he had to memorize it to pass his assessment.
"It happened a long time ago. The day ThunderClan attacked."
"Spidermouse! Help! Some cats are invading the nursery!"
"Spidermouse! These horrible excuses for clan cats are trying to kill the kits and queens! Help me defend them!"
"Spidermouse! They're trying to take away Silverstar's last life!"
"Spidermouse!"
"Help!"
"Spidermouse! Don't let us die! DO SOMETHING!"
"SPIDERMOUSE!"
"SPIDERMOUSE!"
Spidermouse stared in horror. He ended up defending the kits and queens, no kit deserved to die early, but the price was too high. He lost his sister, Honeyheart, and brother, Bluegrass, and his parents never lived to accomplish their dream of living in the elder's den.
And all Spidermouse could think about were those very words they all yowled, that still haunted him to this day.
"Spidermouse!"
"Spidermouse!"
"Spidermouse…"
"Please come help!"
"Please…"
"Help..."
The words haunted Spidermouse. But he wasn't done yet. No, he had more to tell.
The day of Amberflight's death.
Amberflight kitted that day. Not during battle. About a few moons after. The father was a cat called Brackenbranch, which Spidermouse always thought was a weird name, but then again, so was Spidermouse, so he didn't really question it.
"Almost there, Amberflight!"
"Another kit! Keep pushing!"
"Almost there! One more!"
Poor Amberflight could barely handle it. She almost died right there and then. But my sister was strong. She pulled through.
"Four kits, Amberflight! Two she-cats and two toms!"
They were the most precious kits I'd ever seen. Ok, ok, Patchpaw. When you were a kit you were pretty cute, but these kits were my kin. I honestly do think they were the most adorable kits I'd ever seen. It was a happy day.
But that didn't last long.
Amberflight was so tired, a kit by the name of Acornkit got her a mouse. But the poor kit didn't know the difference between a badger and a mouse, and got her a poisonous mouse!
"Hey, Amberflight! I got a mouse for you!"
"Thanks, Acornkit. Here, give it to me."
"Your welcome!"
Silence.
"Someone! Get a medicine cat! She's dying!"
"Quick! She's going!"
"She's going! Hurry up!"
"... She's gone."
Later on, a day after that, Brackenbranch died from a badger and the kits hadn't lived long enough to be named, thanks to a fatal case of greencough, which also took out Dappleberry and her kits, Pouncekit and Silverkit.
I lived too long. I should be dead already because of my age. But my kin took the fall, and died before they should've. That is my story.