A/N: Hii! Ive been writing this story for a while, and I finally built up the courage to put it on fanfiction. I'm still gonna wait a few days between putting up chapters, though, or more, depending on how much homework I have :P anyyyways I'm putting the authors note at the beginning because well... putting it at the end would be too... tooo... normal :D sooo if you don't wanna read this, scroll down through the bold until you find normal type :D I kinda recommend you do, though, if you're a person on fanfiction who loves to write. All of my friends who are and read it thought it was extremely inspiring. so, without further ado, here it is WAIT! sry forgot to mention POV changes between sister/brother. K NOW heres the Authors note:
I've always found it fun to write down things that happen in my life and put them into some imaginary person's life. A lot of this story is just that. Whether its good, bad, horrible, depressing, or terrifying, its usually happened in my life. Some things, though, are either so incredibly epic or terrifyingly horrible that they could neverhappen to me. Most of those are the horrible ones though :D good for me. A lot of the sad things happened to me, actually, but one horrible one didnt. I can't imagine life if that one happened. I'm not gonna say that, though, cuz it would be a spoiler ;) but I've always believed that writing things in a journal when you're depressed is kinda stupid. No offense to the people who do, its just no fun for me. Soo, I started writing this story, and I was surprised because a lot of the good things that I never would have expected happened. This story is basically some random kit's life from the very beginning to the very end. And, even though in the end (since its to the VERY end of their life), since I live on, the little kit will always be a part of me. She's not even completely fake. This is sort of a tribute to a couple of little kitties I'll always remember, because even though I've only live a short thirteen years on this earth, I know they've changed my life forever, and I'll always miss them. Yeah, even though one passed over six years ago, I never in one part of the day, or minute, forgot about them. I think about them constantly. I'm not obsessed over my dead cats, but when I was little, I was shy. And life was hard on me. And, even though that's completely changed now, and I'm not shy, I'm pretty much the most outgoing crazy insanely hyper girl in middle school, I still always remember whenever I cry about something (which isn't often) how my cat Wallace would always run up whenever I was upset. He just seemed to... to sense it. quick story: when I was five, I slammed part of my hand in the car door while my dad was in the house. He couldn't hear me screaming, but my cat could. He warned my dad somehow that something was wrong, and aftewards I got taken to the E.R., with my cat in the car going crazy the whole time. They said if my hand had been in there for a few seconds more, it wouldnt have been able to have been put together correctly, so I would have a weird, mutated hand all my life. I always think about that day, that cat, and my other cat. They were all nuts, but in a good way :)So, Fiona and Wallace, here's to you. I can't write anymore 'cuz im crying remembering that you aren't here, and the days when I would cry into your soft fur and feel that you would always be with me when I was so upset that I couldn't talk to you. Unfortunately, since I was six and had almost no logic, I was wrong. Miss u guys! I'm gonna go be crazy with my friends and party, on a happier note, so here's the prologue, hot n' fresh outta microsoft word :)

Prologue:

A pond sat in the middle of a clear field, still as glass, even though wind battered at the trees and leaves fell into it. A single tom lay near the pool, unmoving. He stayed like this for a few hours, then finally, he stirred.

"Wh-where am I?" He asked himself, subconciously talking out loud. He didn't expect anyone to answer, and jumped when a female voice he recognized called back to him. A silvery-blue she-cat emerged from the trees.

"You're in a place I'm sure you've never been, my dear old friend." The she-cat said, smiling.

"Silvermoon? What are you doing-" He abruptly cut off, suddenly realizing what was going on. "But... you're... you're... dead!" He said in between shocked gasps of air.

Silvermoon sighed, remembering when her own father had delivered the same horrible news to her, and a great feeling of empathy welled up inside of her for the cat she once loved. "So are you." She said, eyeing him carefully, making sure he wouldn't pass out again. He froze, and the only thing that moved was a silvery-clear line of water that went up out of the bottom of his eyes. He shut them, unwilling to let Silvermoon see him cry.

"This... this is impossible! How did I die? I... Jaggedtooth! I hate him! He ruined my life when it was perfect!" he wailed. "I have a mate again! I'm expecting kits! How can this be happening?"

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, no you're not. You're just some little figment of my imagination, and I'm dreaming. Things that are fake don't have feelings, so you're not feeling sorry. I hope I'm sleep talking right now! Someone pinch me so I can wake up from this horrible nightmare!" He yowled up to the sky, hoping to wake up, but knowing he wouldn't.

Silvermoon walked over beside him and rubbed her muzzle against his face as he fell to the ground, his chest shaking with the quietly violent sobs that wracked his body.

I can't be dead, he thought to himself. No, no, no! This was just at the wrong point in time. My life was great! Maybe I should go and use my new StarClan power thingies to kill Jaggedheart, the horrible excuse for a cat who killed me! No... I swear by my two new-born kits that I won't try to kill the monster who murdered me, that would just make things worse...

"Maybe this will convince you that life up here is better than the one down there..." Silvermoon said, gently pulling him over towards the pool of water until he finally got up and walked by himself. "Show me his..." She hesitated. "His ex-mate."

The pool finally shuddered, revealing a she-cat walking through the forest, alone except for two little balls of fluff she was carrying. She remained silent, walking farther and farther until she reached the border of the west side of her clan.

"I'm here." She whispered quietly.

"Finally." Jaggedheart stepped out of the bushes.

The she-cat stared at the murderer, anger in her eyes. "Why did you have to kill him in the battle today? That was the one cat I told you to spare!"

"I had no choice. Besides, at least we dont have to worry about him knowing that the kits arent his, anymore, right?"

The she cat sighed. "Still... I loved you both so much, and I was so happy that you were willing to let me make a choice eventually... Now my first love is dead and I hate the other one!" She spat.

"You know you don't hate me." Jaggedtooth said, looking into her eyes with the same horrifying glare he had on his face when he murdered his latest victim.

She sighed again. "I know..." She looked into his eyes, and an unspoken cry of grief called out to him, asking him why he had killed the one other that she loved.

"I had to. Otherwise he would have killed me." He said, feeling horrible.

"Couldn't you have just avoided him?"

"You don't understand. I was his only target. I think he may have figured out..."

The distressed she-cat shook her head. "No. that's just the way he is. He won't settle for any less than the best, which in this case was you. He wanted to be the person who killed the big-baddie, the 'evil' deputy. Obviously he didn't know what he was doing..." Her eyes welled up with tears. Her mate walked over carefully, sorrow in his eyes.

The cat finally collapsed. She couldn't take this anymore... Her chest heaved with sobs.

The she-cats dead mate was shocked. He couldn't move. He couldn't breath. One final thought rang in his mind: I have no kits. My oath means nothing now.

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