He can't hear them.
When he opened his eyes, so crystalline and blue, nobody made a sound. Mama's mouth would move, her jaw swinging up and down, tongue waving. The others, like the orange tom, did the same.
He tried, every day, to replicate that. He couldn't make a noise.
He played with Tabby and BlackOrange, but they weren't much fun. They were too gentle on him. He wanted to play rough!
And then that day comes. Tabby and BlackOrange and gone, and all the cats are at the edges of the camp. Some have even ducked into dens. Orange Cat and Mama are flapping their jaws wildly at him, ears flattened and claws out. He ignores them; playing with this leaf is fun!
Then there is a piercing pain in his back, and he opens his mouth. Mama and Orange Cat leap onto whatever is holding him. Orange Cat falls to the ground. Mama is still there, staring into his eyes. There is something different about her gaze, though. It is red-rimmed and full of clear, shiny liquid.
Then Mama falls too, and he is pulled into the air. Mama and Orange Cat grow smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller until they are gone and he is soaring over forests and rivers and look, there is a gorge, he wants to go see that and then he is dropped into a nest made of prickly branches and there are two scary-looking baby birds staring hungrily at him.
He doesn't know how hid did it. Now there are two unconscious, peaceful-looking baby birds in the nest, and he scampers carefully to the ground. From the nest, he could see that the gorge was towards the sunset. So he follows the setting sun.
Then he stumbles into a brown and cream tabby she-cat with shining amber eyes. She flaps her jaw, seems to understand, then picks him up and carries him to a warm, mossy nest. A pretty silver she-cat puts stinky-smelling stuff on his back, then feeds him two small, black seeds. He is asleep.
Now he understands what cats say when their jaws move. He can read their mouths. Leafstar helped him, and now he is Snowstorm, the bravest warrior SkyClan has ever seen.
So this is about Snowkit. I didn't want to write his death, so now he is part of SkyClan.
This is basically what I'll be putting out until that big project is done. I sort of like writing little shorts, and I might put out a fanfiction full of them. I don't know.
Hope you enjoyed! Bai!
-Cherrystone
