The Viscious Cycle (open)

Thunderdawn sat curled in her nest in the nursery. Outside her remaining kits played. So she made it, made it home, but at what cost. She only had four of her litter of seven, if you didn't include Nightfang. She scratched the fringe of moss on her nest. Seven kits, three lost and probably dead. Just like my sisters. My life is just a viscious cycle. One day, some moons ago, she got lost in a snowstorm somehow got to the outskirts of BloodClan territory. She met another cat, former RiverClan warrior Clovergaze, who was also pregnant. Together the beat the odds and raised their kits in secret, hoping against hope that a BloodClan warrior wouldn't find them. They succeeded. After three moons in hiding, One of Clovergaze's kits, Heronflight, got snatched by an eagle. And thus they started their dangerous journey. A few moons past and they encountered the fox. Almost losing Sunkit, Thunderdawn and her kits beat the odds and chased the fox away. But their happiness was short lived. Clovergaze and her other kit, Twilightmist, were gone. Now Thunderdawn had to brave this journey alone, without the support of the cat that had become her best friend. So with her seven kits and Nightfang, they set out to ThunderClan. One night a blizzard struck. Three of Thundrdawn's seven had disappeared. Five kits gone out of the ten born in the fox den. Finally, Thunderdawn, Nightfang, Cloudkit, Mistykit, and Cinderkit made it to ThunderClan. But Thunderdawn found out devastating news. Her mate, Skyfire, was murdered. And by none other than her old enemy, Eclipseflower. So now Thunderdawn lived waiting for something to bring her out of her sorrow. Something to get her out of this viscious cycle.

((Her kits were Played by other members and fell inactive. They are dead unless I learn otherwise.))

Thunderdawn watched her kits.