[size=7pt]Rushingkit was born cozy warm inside the nursery about seven moons ago. It was during the time of leaf fall, when the changing leaves littered the ground like fresh paint chippings. The moon was full in the midnight black sky, casting it's light gently through the entrance and onto the three kittens, him, his brother, and his smaller sister. All carried the same siamese pelt of their mother, though, only Rushingkit held any trace of his dad in his dark coloring.
It was said, that Icicledream had been a loner known as Dream when the ViperClan tom, Nightswathe found her. At first, their meetings were in secret, because Dream refused to join the clan. However, when she became pregnant with their kits, she had no choice but to go with him to ViperClan. At first, they were nervous about her, she seemed foreign to them and they were distrustful. But as she raised her kittens their nervousness faded.
Rushingkit's kithood was filled with disaster and mischief. At the age of two weeks he'd opened his eyes and took an expedition out of the nursery, only to be driven back by his angered father when he'd thought the fresh kill pile was a toy. His mother merely protected him, worried her mate would be too hard on the young tom. When he'd turned five moons old, his mother became pregnant again, her belly swelling with the promise of new kittens.
As soon as he and his siblings Lunakit and Brightkit were apprenticed, his mother went into a premature kitting... to which neither she nor her three kits lived through. Struck by a sickening, overcoming grief, Nightswathe turned on himself, and then on his three living kits. The leader had no choice but to send him away. Brightpaw, for fear of being fatherless followed. When Lunapaw turned seven moons, she too left the clan, to be a kittypet, where she'd no longer be pained.
Rushingpaw is now alone, but it doesn't affect his moon when anyone is around. He tried to seem like a problem kit, because deep down inside, he misses his family.[/size]
