Daisypetal's Loss
For as long as I could remember, I never once thought about being a mother; all I thought was that I was going to be clan leader no matter what, but then I had Lionkit and Goldenkit. I'll admit, I don't think I'll ever be as good of a mother as my mother was, but when I had my kits, I felt more proud than I ever did in my life. As time goes by, I've gained a more loving, maternal instinct and I've grown to realize just how much my kits mean to me. Whitestar has been by my side since the day I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't be more grateful or happy to have his company. He's a wonderful dad and the way he spends time with them is just so sweet. To be honest, I don't know how we didn't fall in love sooner, but then again, we didn't always see eye to eye, especially after I…hit Lightclaw when he was a kit. I'm not proud of it, but he should've never intervened when I forced Raccoonmask and Kinkfoot to fight. Then again, I should've never force those two to fight, I know that now. My beliefs and support of the slave law were just poison I was born with and it was only cured when I joined Starclan. That's right, I'm dead, killed when I was given a poisoned vole by Lightclaw. I knew he wanted me dead, it was kind of obvious. Ever since I played a part in Darkpaw's death, Lightclaw has had it out for me, he wanted me dead. Did I really believe that he had forgiven me, of course not, but how could I have known that he would do something so cruel to me, than to take me away from my own kits? After I took last breath, I opened my eyes, and saw my body in front of me and Lightclaw was satisfied. When I saw Snaketooth approaching me, I knew I was dead. I screamed and cried, if there was any pain worse than being killed, it was the fact that I will have to leave Whitestar, Brightshine, Wolffang, Icetuft, Blossomflower, Blightshine, uncle Patchtuft, my kits, and my friends with a killer. It was nice though, that I was reunited with my parents, Snaketooth, and some of my clanmates, but it didn't calm me down. I'll never be able to protect my kits from the monsters in the forest or be there for their apprentice or warrior ceremonies. I hate myself for what I was, if I hadn't been so cruel in the past, maybe it could've changed my fate. I know it would've avoided Lightclaw poisoning me with that vole, but I can't change the past. There's nothing I can do now, all I can do is watch over my kits from Starclan and hope that Lightstar doesn't kill them.
