The Birth of Violettekit

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    Near ThunderClan territory, a small mew cried out as she struggled to get up from the cold ground. Her mother was leaving- she could feel it. Not one of her siblings survived. The pit-pat of her mother's footsteps began to fade, and she cried out louder. She could feel her mothers grief- for losing her mate and her two other kits. Her grief would block her from taking care of Violettekit. Violettekit struggled to open her small feeble eyes, to be able to catch up with her. The milk-scent of her mother had almost disappeared completely. She gave up, and layed there, still as a cold rock left to be buried by gravel and snow.

    When all of the sudden Violettekit smelled a new scent, and was carefully lifted into the air by a female cat. "Don't worry young one, I am Fangstorm of the Deschutesclan. I will take care of you," mumbled the cat as she carried Violettekit to her new home.