"You had better enjoy life while you can, Squirt, because one of these days, I'm coming back for you. And when that day comes, I promise you, I'll make you sorry!"

The words of my cruel, heartless sister constantly haunt my dreams at night. No matter how happy and cheerful they start out, my dreams always end with those words, along with me and the ones I care about the most being brutally murdered and tortured. And it's always my fault. Everything is my fault. But life is hard when you're nickname is 'Deathkit.'

But is it truly my fault? Could I help when I was born, or what happened when I was? It's not like I wanted the rest of Mom's litter to be killed as soon as they were born. It's not like I wanted the forest to be tyrannized upon by my sister from another litter. I didn't want to be the creature she wanted as her partner!


No, I never wanted any of that to happen.

So stop blaming me! If I could, I would take back that horrible night. I would stop myself from being born! I would…I would…I would do SOMETHING!

But I can't. So you'll all just have to live with me. For now anyways. You'll have to live with me and the horrible prophecy bestowed upon us by StarClan, as the moon shone down through the trees on a single kit, sitting in the middle of the camp.

"The moon will spill the blood of the faithful and honored souls. The peace will end as an eternal war breaks out, and the forest will never be the same."

Why did you all look at me like I'm some sort of grim reaper, here to ensure death upon you all? I'm not that different from any of you, am it?

But I know that's not true.

For as I sat there in the moonlight, in a flash of brilliant white light, a perfect crescent moon shaped patch of black fur appeared upon my forehead, soiling my pure white pelt.

A black moon, the symbol of death. I didn't understand what was going on as my mother yelped in horror, turning her head away from me in shame. I didn't even understand until recently, even with the horrid name that my mother had barely had the strength to mutter under her breath:

"Gravekit."