Rainflower
They were the most beautiful kits in the world.
They were born in a storm under an oak.
I knew they would be the best in RiverClan…
at least Oakkit would.
Crookedkit should have stayed in camp.
Then he might have been able to be great.
But the broken jaw that hung on his face was the reminder that I'd failed as a mother.
I hadn't watched my kit closely enough.
He suffered for it.
Now I can't look at his face without feeling the guilt of failure.
Stormkit is my kit, but Crookedkit is not.
I tried to push him away to move on.
He came crawling back.
Shellheart left me.
I am utterly lost.
And yet, I still love them both.
But the guilt burnt to strong.
Until it was too late to confess myself.
I'm sorry…my son.
Yeah, sorry this one is short. Review because I'm running really low on ideas!
