DISCLAIMER- Again, I DON'T own warriors, Erin Hunter does
Bluestar's POV
Leave Whitekit. How could I bear being near the kit, who's mother I felt I was responsible for her death? How could I? He was just a kit, he thought his mother was leaving for a while. Oh, Snowfur, my dear sister and WHitekit's mother, I'm being torn!
Stay with Whitekit. Mysister's kit, Whitekit. How could I leave him? My heart knew I should stay. After all, I had promised Snowfur to protect Whitekit. I had even known she would die, but I had dismissed it with a nightmare. My heart knew I could stay.
After all, Whitekit was my nephew. Helping him was mandatory. And it was lovely. When he became a warrior, I promised to tell Larksong about it. She said "Raising a kit is not the same as mentoring an apprentice. Maybe Thrushpelt has been waiting long enough." But I didn't WANT to become a queen! I wanted to become clan Leader. And I did. But Whitestorm, he was always my pride and joy to raise.