A little one-shot about my second favorite cat, Brightheart.
Names are very powerful.
They tell what you are, kit, 'paw, warrior, and leader.
They say how you act, your strength…
But in my case, it's a weakness.
Torn apart by dogs and having a one true friend be killed, just so that we could be worthy.
Of course, though, no sympathy from the leader.
But what she and the dogs didn't know was that not only did I lose part of my face, I lost part of my soul and hope.
They were eventually restored when the love of my life became my mate, and we had a kit together. Who in turn had one of the most special kits in universe that might save us all with two others.
But I will never pass a pond, lake, river, or puddle without thinking:
I am a true Lost Spirit…
I know this is WAY too short to be any good at all, but I just had to make it. Came off the top of my mind and was made in a couple of minutes, don't blame me!
Enjoy!