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| - It's everywhere. Stinging my eyes, coating my fur, stiffening my once-agile muscles. I can hardly see for the pebble-sized mounds of white that are hurled from the sky relentlessley, but I push on. Huddled between my forelegs, a pair of kits are setting trembling, tiny paws onto the hard ground. They are the only reason that I have not yet given up entirely. "Dust?" my head jerks up. Through the pelting flakes of snow, a pair of brilliant blue eyes are staring straight into mine. My heart literally stops. So I simply watch as my daughter's final struggle comes to an end.
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| - Snowkit, BlizzardClan's newest adopted kit, has nothing. Not a birth name, not a birth Clan, not even a good mother. All he has is memories... and a vow to avenge his mother for the death of his sister, Star. But BlizzardClan facing a time of unimaginable darkness, and it is up to Snowkit to make the descision that could mean the difference between the survival and destruction of his adopted Clan. Can he sacrifice his own needs to save BlizzardClan? Or will desire for revenge get in the way?
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| - It's everywhere. Stinging my eyes, coating my fur, stiffening my once-agile muscles. I can hardly see for the pebble-sized mounds of white that are hurled from the sky relentlessley, but I push on. Huddled between my forelegs, a pair of kits are setting trembling, tiny paws onto the hard ground. They are the only reason that I have not yet given up entirely. "Cloudy? Cloudy!" my mouth lets out a yowl before I can stop myself. The bigger of my kits - a beautiful, fluffy white she-kit who is like her father in every way - gives a tiny mew of fear at my sudden outburst. I lick her head comfortingly. I can't let my own heartbreak hurt my kits in any way. I owe Cloudy that much. "Dust?" my head jerks up. Through the pelting flakes of snow, a pair of brilliant blue eyes are staring straight into mine. My heart literally stops. "Is it... you?" I whisper. Then I shake my head. It can't be him. It can't be. Not unless I'm ... "Yes." I can't be dead. I can't have let my beautiful, innocent kits die. They are too precious, too perfect. I have not let us die. I won't. "Look," a broad white head pushes a little further towards me, his eyes soft. I want to drown in his gaze, to live in the moment forever. I want to forget about everything, everything except him. I want it to be me and him forever... But he's not here. He's gone, and all I have left is our kits. I have to love them, just like he would have done if he'd survived. "Mummy?" my daughter whispers. Panic surging through me, I glance down at her. She's lying very still, almost unmoving in the snow. Her brother is staring down at her in utter shock, unsure what to make of his littermate's downfall. "No!" I know what has happened, but I cannot accept it. My beautiful daughter cannot be gone. She is still alive. She has to be. "Let me take her, Dust." Cloudy murmurs. His eyes are not glittering with anger, like they should be. They are shining with love. I do not deserve that love. I derserve nothing. "Never!" I hiss, unsheathing my claws. The handsome white tom tries to carry the tiny kit from the ground, but I swipe at him unexpectedly. My claw catches his ear, and although no blood is drawn, a lifetime of shock and surprise shines in his eyes. In that moment, I finally realise that I cannot keep what I love the most. So after a final glance of utter desperation at my kit, I accept that I can do nothing but watch. My heart is being torn in two, but I know that there's nothing left for me to do. So I simply watch as my daughter's final struggle comes to an end. "Let me take her," he repeats. I don't reply. There is nothing left in the world for me now. Cloudy must know that, because he doesn't even take the time to say goodbye. With a last, loving gaze, my truest love picks his lifeless daughter from the snowy ground and pads softly into the night. I do not call after them as they leave my sight. "Mother?" two huge, frightened blue eyes are staring up at me. But my heart is beyond repair, and this final kit means nothing to me. I have lost my mate and daughter. With them, my feelings have gone too. "Live well," that's my final goodbye before I pad into the ever-falling blizzard. Perhaps, if I die out here, Cloudy will forgive me for letting our first-born kit die.
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