Thank you all so much for reading this story. If you want me to make a second story I will, and I promise it will be better. Just say the word! Or type it, I can't hear your voice in my head and if I did I would go to the doctor for insanity. I LOVE YOU ALL PLEASE REVIEW! :'D
It has been half a moon since our mama died. To our relief, mostly Hawkkits, Claw had lived through the horrible ordeal, but his leg healed wrong so he now walked with a limp and it caused him pain every now and then. Our dad had lived, but he was very depressed at the thought of life without my mom, and one day he had just disappeared. Cats whispered that he went to the mountains.
Dustcloud was leader now, and I could care less. Darkpool said I needed to stop thinking so grownup, but how can I? The innocence in me died with my mother, I might only be two moons old, but I felt like 100. I was moms Venomkit, and now I had no mother. Only grownups mothers died, not kits!
I took care of my brothers, but Roaringkitwas strong, and Hawkkit had Claw. Dustcloud took an unusual interest in me, and when I asked why he said that he was taking care of a friends kit, not the old leaders kit. That made me feel better, he was my moms friend, and he was there for me because of that.
With my parents gone I sunk into depression, but it soon disappeared when I realized the clan was my family, and they quoted my mother too. She said that clan was family, and they did make me feel better. I was among cats who loved me for me, because they were family. So even though there was a possibility of both parents living in StarClan, or just one in the mountains, I still had family down here. I had my brothers, and I had my clan.