Snow has never felt so cold before. Cold seeping into her downturned ears, cold nipping at her snowbound feet, cold numbing her cracking nose. Cold stinging at her face as hot, bubbling tears stream down her furry face. Winter is a cruel mistress, snow an unforgiving destroyer; terrible facts that have tiny, reeling Snowkit standing alone in the icy snow.
Winter, that cruel mistress, had killed her mother, taken her life with heart-wrenching coughs, a debilitating fatigue, and, finally, a permanent sleep, leaving her last remaining daughter- the sole survivor of a terrible winter- shaking and wailing at her still form in desperation and disbelief. Amberdawn was gone, Snowkit never got to meet her father, and now this miniscule, microscopic kit was left alone and fighting in a world much too big for her.
Now she stays where her mother will sleep forever, for the rest of her stolen life and Snowkit’s. Amberdawn and Snowkit were never close, never had that bond other kits have with their mothers, maybe due to her siblings deaths, the terrible cold and sickness that surrounded Amberdawn’s motherhood and Snowkit’s young life. They were never close but Amberdawn didn’t deserve to die, and Snowkit didn’t deserve to watch her mother breathe her last breaths with heaving hacks.
The world was too much for Snowkit, but she supposed she’ll have to grow into it. Show her mother that Snowkit deserved to survive, deserved to become a warrior, deserved to continue on in her mother’s memory.
Snowkit was deserving of so much more than this. And she knew it well.
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❊ Briarkit | #ff9966 | 10/30 | WindClan Kit