Wrenkit padded over to a stream, dipping his paws in it. Well, Blazey was just so old, his mother…. What if she had died, before he had become………… His granny Moonstar would take care of him then, his new friend Crescentkit said that he being Moonstar’s Grandkit would be cool, but the age of his parents were not, not at all. /Concerning/. Why? When? Friendship is good. At least he had Cressy. He had no idea about Ripplekit or Scarletkit though, his sisters. He was the only tom. And if both his parents died… then…. Well.. Moonstar was also a she-cat, maybe he was the only tom he knew alive… He sighed. Staring up into the clouds, “I guess this is over.” He rasped, throat dry with grief, “I guess it must end sometime.” He stared at the nursery, a tear dripping down her eye, he shook his head, and the tears off, and ran away, he found himself… outside camp, he squealed and went back in, realizing he was now in the dirt-place, which now stunk. Wrenkit howled a long whisper of agony. “Please, StarClan. Let her live.” He looked at the entrance of the elder’s den. “Him, too.” He begged. END
