My name is Jaykit, and I am 2 moons old. I am dead. How did a kit die? It's simple. If you're taken, there's a 50% chance you die.
It all happened one Greenleaf day. I was playing with my brother, Ravenkit.
"Throw me the ball!" yelled Ravenkit, black pelt spike up with happiness and green eyes sparkling.
"Okay!" I yelled back.
Tossing the fluffy green ball at my brother, he lunged at it, tiny claws outstretched.
"This is getting boring," said Ravenkit.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Lets go into the forest!" announced my brother.
"What?! No way!"
"Unless you're scared..."
"I'm not scared!" I said, bushing up my grey tabby fur.
"Okay, then. Lets go."
"Fine."
"Shhh, Fogmist's watching us."
Slowly and as quietly as possible, we creeped around the nursery, finding the secret entrance we had discovered moons ago. We had never used it since that time when the fox awoke. We came back screaming. Fawnheart and Applefrost had made us promise to never use it again because 1. We almost died, and 2. We lead a huge fox a trail to savage our den, so some warriors had to kill it. But promises are meant to be broken, right?
"Come on, Ravenkit! Your a slow slug!" I yelled
"Am NOT!"
"Are TOO!"
"Well, well, what do we have here? Two little kits wandering from their home. Well, lets teach you a lesson," said an unknown voice.
Ravenkit and I looked suspiciously around. I could see rocks, a cave, and a patch of grass, but it seemed unlikely for a voice to come from a patch of grass. Wouldn't that mean a cat was either behind a rock, or in the cave? Suddenly, a huge, brown figure loomed over me. With unsheathed claws.
"Uh oh," I thought. "Unsheathed claws are not a good sign."
And yes, I was right. Those long, dangerous claws swiped once at Ravenkit. He was startled, and fell. Blood trickled down his throat where the rogue had pierced his skin. More blows turned Ravenkit into a heap a black fur. He stared up at the sky with cloudy green eyes. He was dead.
The figure turned to me. I closed my eyes and expected the same death blow he had given to Ravenkit. It didn't happen. He picked me up, and I squirmed, trying to get out of his tight jaws. Suddenly, he dropped me.
"Keep squirming, and I'll kill you," he snarled.
I nodded meekly. It wasn't like I had any choice. He would kill me. I wanted to join my brother. I considered getting killed. But if I got killed, who would warn my Clan?
Stuffed in the brown tom's mouth, he began to run. His pawsteps thundered on the hollow ground. We landed in a Twoleg alley.
"Don't move," he growled.
Well, just saying, if you were trapped in a trap by a complete stranger, and he told you not to move and left, would you try to run? There's a big chance you would. And so I ran. But when the brown tom left, he must've been watching me. Catching up to me in 3 strides, he caught me. I waited. For the killing blow, that would've ended my life and joined me to my brother in StarClan.
My name is Jaykit, and I am dead.