Aww, nobody likes Frostkit. :(
This is a continuation of the last chapter, in Frostkit's POV, just so you know. ^^
Well, then; enjoy! ^^ :D :3
Typical
Of course. It was typical. Nobody cared about him.
Him. Frostkit.
He had one best friend, and that was it. Applekit. Applekit was his best friend since he came. Her forgiving nature, her kind words….
She was everything that he could want. But she was the only one who seemed to like him.
Before he was killed in the battle, Frostkit could recall a brief moment of hope:
He had been fighting to protect Applekit. Applekit had been screeching in fear, obviously hoping that someone would help them. Them.
But it didn't happen. Applekit's father had come into the nursery, but had taken no notice of Frostkit. He cast a disdainful look at the rogue kit, and saved Applekit instead.
Only Applekit.
Why only Applekit? Why not Frostkit, as well? He had plenty of room on his paws. He could have easily fought off the tom—the rogue tom was much smaller than him. Applekit's father could easily have killed him, and saved Frostkit along with Applekit.
But he didn't. He let Frostkit die.
Typical.