Aww, poor Frostkit! ^^

You'll see what I mean in a minute. ;3

This is so SAD.... ;) :( 3:

Just go away

The battle raged on outside the nursery. Applekit cowered at the back of the dark nursery in fear.

"I hope the battle is over soon," she whispered to her friend, Frostkit.

"I hope so, too," he agreed. The normally-strong Frostkit was sick with a cold; they had to keep him safe.

It was warm and dry inside but Applekit could hear the rain pounding outside the nursery. The entrance had been closed off with brambles but they were still afraid that at any moment an enemy rogue cat would come bursting into the nursery.

Applekit and Frostkit were resting, just waiting for the battle to be over—it was taking a long time—when, all of a sudden, they were woken up by a large crash!

Applekit startled. "No! Wait! Who is it?!" she gasped. She had been dreaming quite vividly. In her dream she was shrouded in darkness, and then, all of a sudden, a light appeared….

"Ah," the mystery cat sneered. "Kits. Perfect for my job."

Frostkit jumped towards the cat, shielding Applekit. "No! You'll never get us! Stay away from Applekit!" he caterwauled.

"Ah, but I can't," the mysterious rogue whispered menacingly. "I need to keep you…. I need to hurt you…. I need to sell you…. I need to kill you…."

It leaped towards them. Applekit screamed.

"NO! HELP!" she yowled, as Frostkit bravely fought with the large tom. "HELP US!"

Ah, but she was wrong to think that anyone would help them. Frostkit was just a rogue—he didn't mean much to them. He had been born a rogue, and had accidentally stumbled across the Clans when he was one moon old. His mother, he said, had taken him out into the forest and he had gotten lost.

He was ever-grateful to the Clan for taking him in.

But many cats didn't really care about him. Their other kits were much more important, compared to him.

A warrior burst into the nursery. It was Applekit's father.

Taking no notice of Frostkit, he screamed, "Applekit! Come with me!" and began herding her away.

Applekit struggled against his grip, screaming, "NO! LET ME GO! FROSTKIT!"

Later, when the battle was over, Applekit dashed back into the nursery. Frostkit's body was just lying there, battered and broken. He was so mangled it was hard to tell it was him, but it was Frostkit, all right. There were scars all over his body, and his throat had been torn out. His neck was still leaking blood.

Applekit gently nosed the body, and dragged it out into the clearing. She settled Frostkit's body beside all the other dead cats, and stuck her nose into his fur.

"Applekit," her mother urged her. "Come away from there. Come mourn the deputy, instead." She cast a disdainful glance towards Frostkit's body.

"No," Applekit replied tearfully. "Leave me alone."

"Applekit…." her mother said gently. "He doesn't matter. Now, come on."

"No," Applekit insisted. "He was my friend. Father could have saved him, but he didn't. Leave me alone."

"Applekit…." her mother's voice was disapproving now.

"No." Applekit stood up, standing firm. "He was my friend, and I'll see him on his journey to StarClan. I won't leave him. Now, leave me alone!!!"

She lay done, and stuck her nose back into Frostkit's fur. She breathed in the last of Frostkit's scent as his body got colder, colder, and became stiff; to be that way forever.

Her little sister, Whitekit, came up to her and started to say something, but Applekit didn't listen.

Leave me alone, she thought. Just, please; leave me alone.