So, I think I'm going to redo this series, a lot differently. This story is old, and the facts are all wrong. And everything is too predictable. Night isn't meant to be so vulnerable and dependant on her sister's death and rebirth. To be honest, Day's rebirth is kind of stupid. Day's death symbolizes her loss of belief in other cats, which is weird that she trusted a strange cat in a strange tunnel. A cat that isn't actually evil in the slightest. I've been re-reading warriors lately, and I think I can do better. Night is meant to be as bitter as a cold winter's night; it was where I'd created her name, as cliché as it is. And I was very grammatically incorrect and naïve at the time. I believe seeing her beloved family in dreams should suffice, in this story.
Prologue
It was once told to us that the night was cruel, especially when the sky dropped gentle flakes of snow. But when told, not a soul had ever mentioned how cruel snowstorms were at night.
That was what I had decided as I witnessed my little sister die in a stormy night that cold Leafbare. Of course I knew well that it was not the cold that had killed my sister, but the starvation that had plagued us both.
Day was not a hunter, nor was I. Both of us were hardly old enough to stop suckling from our mother's belly. But our mother was dead. And now I used my sharp nose to detect food that wasn't near good to eat, but was enough to keep us going another day. At least, that was what I'd thought.
Now, as I left my sister's still warm body lying in the snow, I couldn't help doubting who I was. What I was doing, even fighting off an end that loomed over my young kit head. I never once looked back at the small white body.
Hatred began to boil in my small body, bitterness as sharp as ice. My short fur fluffed against the sharp wind as it buffeted my fur. That was when I decided. I had no need for any other cat. I didn't need any cat to lean on. This was my fate.
This is only a short prologue to get myself started. It is meant to show a moment of thought belonging to Night as she thought of how she'd reacted at the time of her sister's death. The death may have been changed too, as will a lot of what will happen. I've grown a lot since I started writing about Night. And any that have read and waited before for writing Destiny of the Night, you know well how I keep to writing at an even amount of time. Sadly, I cannot promise a much steadier pace. I can only claim that I will try. I am a French immersion student in high school, so I'm not sure how much I'll get in my free time. But either way, wish me luck!
