This is for IvyClan's contest! I'm going to let you guess my kitty. The contest is to make a poem or a one-shot that is 600 words or less about a cat's saddest point in the Warriors book. I'm not going to tell you what cat I'm doing but the title should give you a hint and I drop a couple of totally obvious hints during the poem.
As the Snow Fell
The blizzard blazes through the night,
Just like a fire,
Yet it is a freezing blight.
My frozen pads are heavy,
Which is due to the chill in the air.
Did we escape ShadowClan?
Did we win, Mama?
Mama is taking us where?
The invisible frost nips at my pink nose.
My sodden, snow-soaked fur clings to my small-framed body.
This no weather a kit like me should be in.
Quickly, I stumble behind my stronger, yet shivering siblings.
Suddenly, Mama decides to pick up by my icy scruff.
I shiver as the frosted wind blows.
My identical blue-gray siblings begin to slow,
Yet Mama keeps moving on, regardless of her frozen kits and the chilling gales.
Is that another cat in the distance?
Will she take us home?
Why is she out in ice?
The cat's pelt blends in with the falling powder.
Her eyes are the color of ice, yet she seems nice.
The frosty white cat sits like she is waiting for something.
But for what?
Did she not know of the blazing blizzard?
Mama starts to dig holes in the soft, yet icy powder.
She repeats this as I begin to tire.
My body is frost;
I feel like I am part of the snow.
Mama stops in her tracks.
And she makes one final divot in the white ice.
I close my blue eyes as a snuggle up against Mama's covered pelt.
My world freezes into pure, eerie darkness,
And then I wake.
An angelic voice echoes, "Hello, little one, it's time to take you to your new home."
I look at my soft gray and white pelt.
There's not a snowflake...
To be seen in it.
My body emanates as warm as the sun of green-leaf.
I notice Mama is gone,
yet, in the distance, she trudges back to me.
The snowy white queen nudges me to follow her, which I do.
I walk along and talk happily to the pure white she cat, whom is Mama's sister Snowfur.
I turn around for a moment though.
I see Mama burying something;
It is tiny with a frozen gray and white pelt like me.
Then, I realized what happened.
I'm not alive.
I would not see my siblings in moons.
No one would ever call my apprentice name.
I would never hunt or fight.
No one would ever cheer my warrior name in glee.
I would never find the perfect mate.
The kits that I would have would never come to be.
Most of all, I would never see the light of dawn's sun again..
Because as the snow fell, I fell with the soft frost.
I hoped you liked it! If you figured out, this is Mosskit, Bluestar's kit. I was pretty sure it snowed the night Bluefur took her kits to Oakheart, but it's been a year or so since I've read the book. I don't usually cry while I read books, but I bawled at Mosskit's death and when she gave Bluestar a life(or basically I wept during Bluestar's Prophecy in a nutshell). Mosskit was definitely the runt of the litter, which helped with her death. I realized that she was born to die as a punishment for Bluestar, which is really really depressing. I know many other people in the challenge will probably choose a loved character or typically a character that's death is always drawn on Deviantart(*cough* Swiftpaw *cough* Silverstream*cough*Snowkit), but I wanted it to be more of a background character. I hoped my poetry was not too bad because it's been awhile since I've done it, but I wanted to give it a shot. Anyways, Blizzard out.
PEACE!
-Blizzard