Post by ://InK on Sept 12, 2008 18:24:40 GMT -5
Your mother is dead. Just like your father. Starclan has turned on you.
Nightkit shook his head, staring up at the pale shafts of sunlight with dull, miserable eyes. The news of his mother's death had scarred him. He was sure about that much. He felt the lack of reason to live weigh down on him like the heavy paws of the monster that had taken the life from his only surviving relative. He shivered, despite the warm sunlight, and turned to hide in the darkest corner of the nursery. He decided that he would not eat. Even if the other queens or kits ordered him to, he would refuse. Starclan denied his mother life, so why should he be any different?
Giving a small huff, he closed his eyes and waited in silence. Starclan could have their way with him now.
Nightkit shook his head, staring up at the pale shafts of sunlight with dull, miserable eyes. The news of his mother's death had scarred him. He was sure about that much. He felt the lack of reason to live weigh down on him like the heavy paws of the monster that had taken the life from his only surviving relative. He shivered, despite the warm sunlight, and turned to hide in the darkest corner of the nursery. He decided that he would not eat. Even if the other queens or kits ordered him to, he would refuse. Starclan denied his mother life, so why should he be any different?
Giving a small huff, he closed his eyes and waited in silence. Starclan could have their way with him now.
