Ahoy, Dogelings!

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The kits were two moons old when Nightkit went missing in the dead of night. They were two moons old when Mumblemouse came to camp smelling of lavender after spending the night collecting the aforementioned herb. They were two moons old when Nightkit's body was found.

Snowkit was three moons old when she shut herself out from the world. She was three moons old when she found herself sneaking out of camp to try to find her brother's grave. She was three moons old when she cried herself to sleep.

She was four moons old when she stopped playing games- in the nursery and out. She was four moons old when her clanmates distanced themselves from her. She was four moons old when she stopped listening to others try to console her.

When she was five moons old, she realized she had no friends.

Cloudtuft had been nagging her to go out and play with the new kits, Palekit and Morningkit, all day. The two sisters had been born to Blackfeather and Cherryshine.

Palekit was a pale-ish cream she-cat with dusty brown patches and a single cream-white ear with a tiny patch of dusty brown fur. She had one green eye and one amber eye. Morningkit had dark gold-yellow fur, and dark, midnight blue eyes.

Snowkit wanted nothing to do with them.

Sighing, she often spent her days cleaning the den, which the apprentices were immensely thankful for, and she listened to stories from her mother and the elders.

Snowkit cried again that night. Once more did the kits wail from waking up, and once more did Cherryshine and Cloudtuft scold her for waking them.

Snowkit dreamt of her brother that night. They were playing again. His voice was barely recognizable, blurry even. She couldn't see his face. All she knew was she was with her brother, playing like they used to.

Snowkit felt one moon old in her dreams that night.

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