Dawnwhisker's Wish
Prologue
Onestripe cried. "My kits, he'll never be able to see them!" she wailed. Her mate had just died, getting the news was terrible. "He was killed in battle. I'm so sorry, Onestripe." her sister, Moonstare hung her head. "I'm sorry." she whispered again. Onestripe's kits had literally just been born. She had two, and the biggest one looked kind of weak for it's size. "The runt looks like a snow leopard. And the bigger one looks like a fish, to me. I'll name the runt Leopardkit. The biggest, Fishkit." she stared at them. Wheatwhisker ran into the den. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could have stopped it!" he had tears streaming down his face. "It's not your fault. And stop crying." she sighed. Fishkit mewled, accidentally unlatching. "Shhh." she soothed, guiding him back to her belly. The medicine cat, Spottedhawk, walked into the den. "Stop crowding around her. The kits'll get nervous. The blind tortoiseshell rammed into Wheatwhisker, whom was standing closely next to Moonstare. "Ow!" he hissed. "Stop it!" Moonstare nodded. "We'll get out." they left. Onestripes stared at Fishkit. "He looks so... So... Weak." she fretted. "Hopefully, he'll make it through the night. Onestripe's denmate, Lightpath, a cream she-cat with blue eyes, her kits popped up from her belly. "What's he doing, mewling like that?" Mosskit, the 2nd oldest tom in her litter, asked, with a nagging tone. "You did that too, you know." Thunderpaw, the 3rd oldest apprentice (made one early) in the litter, said. "Did not!" he snapped. "Yes, you did." Lightpath chuckled. "Wait, maybe as she gets older, Leopardkit's fur will change!" Onestripe widened her eyes.
A few weeks later
Dawnkit's (Leopardkit, past) fur had changed color. It was a pinkish-gray color with some whitish-gray scarf-like shape around her neck, made out of fur. She was very fluffy, but small. Her brother, Fishkit, had died a few days ago, from greencough.
Yet she did not know her life would change.