The ice on the river Shatters into tiny spirits that wash down the river(open)

Shatteredkit was a white kit with black stripes and electric yellow eyes that glowed. The Tom flicked his tail and fluffed out his pelt as a cold wind blew over the camp, bringing with it the smell of the river on the breeze. He breathed in deeply and sighed. Ever since his mother Pearlheart(NPC) died the Tom grew worse and worse each day barely eating anything, talking or sleeping, for fear he'd she smothers cold dead body, covered in blood. She was killed by a beaver who thought she was going to attack her babies or something like that. Anyways the Tom didn't want to see anything like that. He closed his eyes and a picture of his mother smiling as she ruffled the fur on his head while telling everything was fine and that this leaf-bare wouldn't be that bad. "If only your father Pebblebreeze(NPC) could see how big your getting." She had smiled and ruffled his head. "Mom! Can't you go on that patrol tomorrow instead?" But his mother had shook her white head. "No Shatteredkit I cannot. My duty to my clan right now is to help right now, since your father is gone." "First Beaverkit dies of greencough, and gives it to Lakekit and Swallowkit, and then dad is killed by two legs, and now your going on a patrol! Ill be so lonely without you mommy!!" Spearheads smiled and lick his cheek affectionately. "It will be alright Shatteredkit. Ill come back, I promise." But little did he know that she would never come back. Her broken promise had broken his spirit and the kit had little joy. Her broken promise had shaped his whole life now and that was a wound that was to deep to heal. You could say that the Tom had a broken heart that would never be fixed, but really his heart was cracked and bits had broken off of it, metaphorically of course.

Willowpaw padded over to the glum kit. "Hey Shatteredkit! How are you today?" The calico smiled warmly, her sky blue yes gazing into his yellow ones.

The Tom did a double take as another cat came over to talk to him. "Uh.. yea.. it's going.. fine.. I guess.." He meowed his tail wrapping tightly around his paws.

Whitefoot heard his apprentice talking to the lone kit, pity gripped his heart like the sharpest claws. He had grieved like the rest of Riverclan for this kit and his lost family. Poking his head out of the warriors den he casually padded to the fresh-kill pile to get something to eat. Noticing how thin the poor scrap of a kitten was getting he knew it was time to intervene, Picking a plump trout he sat besides his apprentice. "My what a delicious looking trout! Willowpaw I think this is the last trout of the season! Would you care to take a bite Shatteredkit? It'll be many moons before they will come back." He mewed hoping to convince the tom to eat, The clan can't handle another young death.

Shatteredkit looked up when then warrior came over. He started emotionless at the trout. He shook his head, he wasn't hungry he had eaten a small stringy vole that morning. "No thanks.. I ate a small vole this morning already.." he muttered looking away. He swore he could see his mother across the camp along with his father and brothers and sister. He quickly shook his head and they disappeared.

Willowpaw gave Whitefoot an exasperated expression quietly asking him what they should do. "Whitefoot is right. It just might be the last one of the season."

Whitefoot prodded the fish closer, "One tiny bit won't hurt a growing warrior like you" He mewed in slight desperation.

Shatteredkit sighed they were going to pester him until he ate some weren't they? "Fine fine!" He snapped and took a small bite. "There happy?" The  tom meowed meowed all energy drained from his voice.

Willowpaw couldn't believe it Shatteredkit ate the fish! Such a huge improvement. "Dont disrespect a warrior Shatteredkit!" She scolded him.

Troutstep followed his brother's scent, being bored as usual. He trotted up behind them, watching the kit, snap at Whitefoot. Maybe he has some potential? The tom sat down in silence, his fur glittering in the crisp air.

Shatteredkit narrowed his eyes crossly as another cat came over. Feeling overwhelmed the Tom got up and darted away to sulk a dark cold corner. All that was advisable were his electric yellow eyes glaring off into space as the Tom sulked. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in and sniffed in disgust at how the camp was always so crowded.

Willowpaw was startled when the kit darted away. She gave Whitefoot a strangled look as she saw the Tom go to a cold dark corner. "He even more of a grump than you are Troutstep." She joked and purred swatting playfully at her older brother. "Wasnt Pearlheart Pebblebreeze's mate? Shatteredkit has his eyes and black stripes and Pearlheart's white fur and long tail." She meowed to the two toms.

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