Well my first drabble. Sorry to FD&ATOS fans. I promise I will write the next chapter as soon as I can.
I saw it coming. I tried to warn him. But he was deaf, he'd always been deaf.
He had wanted to be the perfect little warrior.
He would have trained.
Why couldn't they see that?
Why did they look at him with pity and disgust?
My son, Snowkit.
Why?
Why did he have to die?
He was so young not even an apprentice.
Why does StarClan let kits die?
I saw red and tasted blood.
I needed someone to blame.
So I leaped and I struck my claws digging in to defenseless skin.
I slashed across his throat.
His head rolled off lying on the ground.
Why did that hawk come?
Why does StarClan let kits die?
I raised my head skywards, the blood of a kittypet staining my jaws.
Fireheart slit my throat.
I fell no regret.
After all; nothing in life is fair.
Please R&R BTW the cat she killed is Cloudtail