AN: Brightheart!
Here I sit
In the nursery
Watching my lovely kits play
Through my good eye
I hardly remember that day
All the pain and sorrow
The blood
And the name
Lostface
How I hated Bluestar when she gave it to me
It reminded me of Swiftpaw
It reminded me of the dogs
Only Cloudtail
My greatest friend
By then, my love
Called me by a name I liked
I worked so hard
Once I earned a true name
To regain my place
In our Clan society
I trained all the time
I even enjoyed it
It made my heart swell with pride
At every kind word of our leader
After the battle
After the deaths
I moved to the nursery
To have my kits
Whitekit, sweet Whitekit
Happy to be friends with anyone
I often stopped her from being too rough
No kit understands that they were small too
When she grew up
I was so proud
She survived the destruction of her best friend
She chose Birchfall instead
When she had her two kits
I felt complete
To have grandkits
It was indescribable
When they grew up
All that mattered was their health
I wanted nothing but the best for them
Even when suspicions arose
But that doesn't matter now
Everything is fine now
I've had three more kits
They're doing fine
I'm happy