This chapter will be a bit shorter... Sorry. And by the way, I'm also sorry that I haven't updated in so long.

Staring up at his mother, the kit felt sadness coming off her in waves.

"Dear, you in here?" mewed a voice.

It was Darkstone, the kit's father.

He padded into the nursery, his shoulders back.

He glanced down at the kit, his stare cold like ice.

"Darkstone, how can this be?" moaned the mother, her head bent.

"Dead. Three of them." Darkstone murmured.

"Y-Yes... and this is the one that survived." the mother meowed quietly, flicking her tail to the kit.

"Robinheart, don't worry. We'll raise him fine." Darkstone insisted.

The kit tilted his head, drinking in the three dead scents of his siblings.

They had been too small.

Too tiny to live...

Robinheart finally lifted her head, and licked the kit between his ears.

"My kit... my only living kit." she murmured, just soft enough for the kit to hear.

The kit mewed softly, wishing his littermates were still there, warming his pelt.

They had been his friends.

For a short while.

Until the shadow of death had overcome them.

All three... dead.

He was the one.

The last one.

"Darkstone, oh, what will we do?" Robinheart wailed.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"The kit will grow like any other kit. He no longer has any siblings... He is the only kit we ever had."

"Your telling me, that we should go on living our lives as if we only ever had one kit?" Robinheart meowed softly, her whiskers twitching.

Darkstone nodded.

"This is the only kit we have." he annonced.

"One kit..." Robinheart whispered, soft enough for only the kit to hear.

One kit...

The two words rang in the kit's ear.

Over and over.

They began to sound like one word.

Onekit.

His name.

Onekit would be the kit's name, for he was the only one.

The one kit who lived past death.

He let out a sound, like a mew, only more shaken.

"Yes, Onekit?" murmured Robinheart, bending her head down to touch Onekit's pelt.

Onekit wanted to growl.

He wanted to shout.

He wanted to hiss and spit and snarl.

He hated this name.

Not Onekit!

What kind of name was that?

The kind of name that would scar him for life.

But Onekit couldn't protest.

He was far too young.

Maybe when he was older, he'd ask his father and mother for a new name.

"See... He can't even mew right." Darkstone growled softly.

"So? And you couldn't bare to stay and watch my three other kits die!" Robinheart wailed at her mate.

Onekit felt startled.

His mother loved him.

She's never let him go.

Yes, she had given him a name.

And his name would be Onekit.

Just Onekit.

What a touching story! *starts crying* P-please review this chapter while I cry with sadness. T-the next cat will be Breezekit! And don't forget about the Onekit plushies for everyone who reviews.