Hurt

This was a different kind of hurt. Different than when she left the Clan. Different than any battle wound any cat could recieve, a different hurt than when his mentor died. It was the worst of hurts.

His mother hated him. His mother tried to kill him in that battle.

The hate in her eyes- and the love that Moonfrost had in her eyes for he kits. The way her bright blue eyes sparkled at the appearance of her kits, whether they were muddied or shining from a good grooming.

Nothing could be more different.

Legacystar never knew his mother until she joined RebelClan. His father, of course, had told him many things about her, the way she saved him, and everything.

It sounds like a very different cat, and he wished he could have known that side of his mother.

In that batte she launched against her birth Clan, Legacystar had to fight her. When she declared he had to die, leaping at his throat, Legacystar knew that he could not fight back. So he lost his first life at the paws of his mother.

But Gingerstar helped him back. She told him that his Clan was counting on him, and that Thrashstar was a very different cat than Icehope. So he went back to battle.

Many cats had fallen at the paws of the RebelClan leader. But she fell at the paws, bleeding to death, of her son.

Even now, when Legacystar appointed a new apprentice or warrior, he was reminded again of the love of a mother that should have been. The hurt was still there, even though no cat could see it.

His father couldn't help, nor could Moonfrost. For neither of them had to kill their mother. Even Freeheart, who killed his father, didn't know the love a mother should have brought.

It is a different hurt, to be hated by love.