Click that green flag! I hope you like it... Birchkit is in LightningClan, a Clan I made up some time ago. His mother is Flowerpelt, and father is Treejumper. He had two siblings, Acornkit, a tom, and Petalkit, a she-cat, who didn't survive to see the end of their kithood. Eventually, he felt the grief of being turned away by the only one he wants to be His. (Translation: His = his mate) Will he ever find true happiness before he dies? *crosses fingers* What? You think you were going to find a code word here? XD :3 Oh, and this is bad, but it's refreshing! I've done a lotta CCE's in FireAlpaca or Krita, so it's a nice change.
Story: My mom was getting up out of the nursery. I stirred, then yawned. I woke up, then saw her walking out of the den. I felt panicked. "Mama! Wait! Where are you going?" She smiled. "I'm going on a patrol." "But I'm too young for you to leave me!" I wailed. She walked back, and sat by my side, wrapping her tail around me. "It's only a patrol, love. I'll be fine." "But what if something happens to you! I'm only three moons old!" I buried my nose in her black and white fur. I remembered all that the apprentices had said. If I was a bad kit, my mommy would just disappear. True, now that I think back, the apprentices always loved teasing the kits. It was Cedarpaw who started it. I think he was annoyed at my being too scared to go in the woods. Literally. He was a bit upset that he had to clean my kit-muck, I guess. But he was pretty good-natured. I blinked, and listened to what my mother said next. "I'll be back. You can be right here. Right next to me again. Nothing will get you." My mind flashed back to what happened to Acornkit and Petalkit. I whimpered. "But- but what about what happened to Petalkit and-?" "Shhh, shhh," she soothed, "You'll be fine. I'll be back, you see" I paused at this. "You promise?" "I promise." _________________________________________________________ She never came back to give me another hug again. Never another nuzzle. When she went on that patrol, little did she know that it was the last patrol of her life. She never came back. Her spirit still walks in my dreams, in sight, but always just out of reach, and my heart breaks every time I remember those times we had together. Those three, few, short moons. Then, it all faded away. I only had my father left. I had his green eyes, they said, but also my mother's white pelt. She would live on forever... They said.... Forever.... In me.
