[ ? ] Whispers from a broken heart,
( Streamkit / female / Trad. BC healer )
The rain dropped upon the small coat of the young kitten. Confusion had filled the small she cat's mind as her mother had dragged her out of the camp with her. Rainy's eyes seemed so clouded once more. Stream had been fearful of her mother, for good reason. Her mother had always neglected her, tossing her aside. Leaving her alone time and time again as she doted over her littermates. Stream couldn't lie, jealousy made her dislike them as well. Despite them just mostly ignoring her. Her tired blue eyes showed of times within nightmares and her skinny body showed a lack of her mother allowing her to eat from her. The child was half dead. She didn't have the strength to keep going, looking off into the distance of a large peek her mother was staring off of. For the first time in a while Stream perked her voice up to her mother quietly. She hated to ask, again. She was still only the disgusting memory of the tom who broke her mothers heart.
``M-Momma can we go back to camp...`` Before her eyes she watched the blue smoke slowly turn her head to stare down at the child within anger. Her glare caused shivers to run down the spine of the easily frightened she-cat. The child dared not move as her mother raised her voice to answer bluntly. ``No, suck it up.`` Soft blue irises moved to the ground Stream shivered within the harshness of the storm. The marsh around her being cover with the tears of the sky. As if even the sky began to pity the fragile child. Soft tears fell from her cheeks. Stream couldn't take the cruel drops of cold falling upon her malnourished form. It only led to pain her, making the child grow even deeper into the silent sobbing. ``M-Momma please I-it hurts.`` Rainy grunted within rage. Unknown to the child, this was the day Stream's father had met the shadowclan queen. The day her life had become just a tool of the womanizer tom. The day Streamkit's birth was sealed. The angered queen hissed to Stream. Loudly stating, ``I said suck it up!`` Her sheathed paw slid across the child, tossing the 2 month old child off the cliff into the depths below. Fear filled the green irises of the queen, starclan no.
Below within the bottom of the cliff laid a half conscious Stream. Her mind as well as body felt like it was shattering around her. Shaking as her slow breaths brought air into her lungs. Something warm was filling upon her face. A wet stick crimson liquid filled the feline's molted fur. Her eyes widened for a moment at it. She was dying, she was going to Die. So tired, the little child allowed the darkness that had begun to surround her fill her minds, dragging her thoughts into the pits of oblivion. Rainy had rushed down to find the collapsed child, fear had begun to fill within her mind as she stared at what she believed had become the corpse of her daughter. Panic led her to cover the child within itchy moss, leaving her among the twoleg border before running back to the clan. Staying with fake worry that her daughter had been kidnapped by her father.
Stream, left upon the border was laid near-dead, a looming shadow grew over her, her savior. Freya. She was saved and brought into the clan. The trauma of that day gave birth to three other shards of her personality. Now she was safe. Among the clan, staring from her spot upon the couch within the city clan's hotel lobby. It was her home now, a smile grew upon her lips. One day. She'd make her birth mother truly regret her actions. If it was the last thing she ever did.