If Mosskit Had Lived

Bluefur nudged Mosskit with her nose, the little kitten was cold...so cold, she was almost to StarClan, but Oakheart...The blue-gray queen covered her tiny daughter in snow, making a den and hoped that it would shield her from the worst of the cold. With a reluctant glance at the snowy mound, the queen led her other two kits onward. In the snowy den, Mosskit was huddled, her small body racked with shivers. She curled up tightly but was still cold, she did not notice that her mother was gone or her siblings. She didn't notice the other cat that was now sitting beside her, a white queen with gray ear tips or how the she-cat gently touched her body with her nose. Warmth spread through the little bundle and her shivers ceased. She was not dead, she had too much of a purpose to be allowed to join StarClan and Snowfur had given her StarClan's blessing. Mosskit lifted her head hearing scrapping and through blurry eyes she made out the smudge of her mother. She could not speak and her memory was fuzzy as Bluefur lifted her up and made the long trek back to camp. She placed the shivering bundle at White-eye's flank, letting the Runningkit and Mousekit warm her up. She would speak to the one-eyed warrior later to make this arrangement permanent.

Bluefur watched Mosspaw. The young gray and white apprentice was wrestling with Runningpaw while Mousepaw watched. The Deputy was relieved that it had worked out somewhat. Mosspaw had been raised by White-eye while Bluefur returned to her warrior duties and was able to succeed Tawnyspots. Despite it, the young cat did not hate her mother or blame her for wanting to think of her Clan. As she watched the gray-and-white body dart around she couldn't help but think of her other two. Mistypaw and Stonepaw had been at the Gathering and were announced when Mosspaw was. Bluefur had been afraid that her daughter would somehow recognize the two RiverClan cats as her lost littermates...White-eye had been the one to tell Mosspaw that she had two siblings, but they had been taken by a fox. The little gray-and-white cat had been shocked, but accepted it and strived to be a good warrior for her two siblings. But Bluefur was worried. What if Mosspaw ever found out the truth? That her siblings had lived but that her own mother had gotten rid of two of her kits, would had been three had Mosskit not proven too weak to bear the cold, and gave them to their RiverClan father just to prevent Thistleclaw from taking that position. Would her daughter be as accepting, or would she finally realize that her mother made too many mistakes and hated her? She only prayed her secret would not come out.