There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain... now my heart feel like December, when somebody say your name...

Pain tore through her, and she opened her eyes. Silverlily was in a twoleg nest! She had only heard stories about it from her mother, and it was much like the one she had described. There was glossy-ish walls, and there was a see-through wall. There was delicious food smells coming from the room next to her. There were very symmetrical shapes everywhere.

That's when she noticed her leg. She gasped. It was back! She moved it, and flexed her paw. She touched it with her other paw. It was a cold, smooth surface, but her leg, now made of some other material, was back and fully functioning!

Just then she noticed the two twolegs in the room with her. The female one- the one with the longer tuft of fur on her head- smiled at Silverlily. She felt squirming bundles near her, and she looked down and saw the most precious thing in the world. It was weak, but alive, and was squirming at her belly.

Silverlily lapped at it, and that's when she felt something was off. She scented a not to familar scent, the scent of death.

Oh no, she thought. She looked at the twoleg with fear shining deep in her eyes. The female's eyes were filled with sadness. She gently picked up three bundles from beside the nest of furs she was in, and set them in front of her.

"No!" she cried, and burried her muzzle into their cold fur. One of them was silver tom with wee gold paws, muzzle, and ear tips. The next one was a golden tabby tom. The last, was a silver she-cat, the smallest out of all of Silverlily's kits.

Her remaining kit, was a silver tom with gold stripes. He was barely breathing, but Silverlily curled him closer to her with her tail.

They still need names, she whispered to herself. Despite the fact that they are dead, they will go to Starclan with names, and live happily among their fallen clanmates.

"Inkkit," she meowed, tapping the silver tom with gold tips. "Sunkit," for the golden tabby tom. "Lunakit," for the she-cat, "Beekit," for the last, surviving kit.

The kit mewled at the mention of its name, as if agreeing.

Silverlily tried to purr, but it got stuck in her throat.

If only Lionsong was here to see this... she shook herself. He abandoned you, and he only cared about your looks.

The female twoleg approached, and Silverlily bristled, bringing the kits closer to her. The twoleg paused, and Silverlily reluctantly let her gently scoop up her kits, and take them away.

Tears were streaming down her face. She had lost almost everything. Her mate, her clan, and her kits, save one.

"And who might you be?" came a voice. I glanced up to see a ginger tabby tom. She gasped. It was the one who gave a mysterious object to Dreamstalker!

"You!" she exclaimed.

"Me?" repeated the tom, clearly surprised. "Do I know you? I haven't seen you around..." he scented the air. "Ah, you're a clan cat," he wrinkled his nose. "I've met too many in my day,"

"And how many is that?" Silverlily asked.

"Three. You, that mysterious black tom, and another cat, but that one doesn't matter. That relationship turned out rotten," he said, waving his tail as if to wave away a fly.

"I'm from Stormclan, and so was Dreamstalker," she said.

"Ah, so that's his name. Just makes him more creepy than he already is, say, do you know a cat named Swanlight?" he asked.

"How do you know her?" Silverlily asked, glancing at the tom.

The tom gave Silverlily a stare that made her shudder, but he spoke anyways.

"I met her in the woods once, we hit it off, and then, one day we had an argument, and she practically banished me back to my housefolk,"

"Wait, are you saying-" she stopped abruptly, and flashed back to what Nightstar had said.

Silverlily, that half kittypet, is no longer a part of Stormclan! he had said. If Silverlily's mother was Swanlight, and she had never met her father, that meant. No way. This tom that was standing in front of her now, was her father. She had always assumed that Nightstar was her father because he had always been there for her, like a good father would.

"You're- you're- you're my father!" Silverlily exclaimed.

The tom was quite taken back.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"Swanlight's my mother! He said I was a half-kittypet, and this only makes sense!" she said, and looked at the tom straight in the face. "Why didn't you go after her?"

The tom looked down and shuffled his paws.

"You're mother is a very stubborn cat, and there's not much I can do when she sets her mind to something. One time she insisted on climbing the tallest tree in the forest, climbing all the way to the top..." the tom trailed off for a second, "There was no way I could've changed her mind. It was set in stone,"

"But you didn't even try?" Silverlily accused.

"I was going to go back for her, but there was another tom, and she seemed really uncomfortable around him, and it turned out to be the same tom that came to me later..." the tom trailed off. "I'm Cheddar," he mewed.

Silverlily tried to contain her bit of laughter, but it came out anyways.

"Cheddar?" she laughed.

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, your mother replied that way as well. She laughed and said, 'what kind of that?'" he said.

"I'm Silverlily," Silverlily said. Cheddar looked at the squirming tom.

"And his name?" he asked.

"Beekit," she said.

Cheddar nodded.

The next few days Silverlily spent getting to know her father. Silverlily was getting bored, and she was worried for Beekit. She wanted him to grow up in the forest, not cooped up in twoleg nest. Everyday, she told him a little bit about clan culture and he listened intently. He was quite the cute little listener, for he often listened to everyone and everything. His eyes were just beginning to open, and he was a tad bit adventurous too.

One day after Silverlily had finished eating the food shaped like rabbit pellets, the female twoleg beckoned her over to the glass wall that Silverlily had discovered that could move. There was a male twoleg that also came and went again, but he wasn't here most of the day.

"Beekit!" Silverlily called to her kit, who was play-fighting with the soft floor Cheddar had called a carpet.

"Ah, she's letting you go," Cheddar said, touching noses with his daughter. "Go and live freely, and come and visit your old man every once and a while,"

"I will," Silverlily promised, then guided Beekit over to where the twoleg was.

"Where are we going mama?" he asked, teetering a little on his paws. She walked outside into the frech air, and the twoleg followed her, and opened a gate to let her out. Silverlily dipped her head to the twoleg, and paused at where her other kits were burried.

"Inkkit, Sunkit, Lunakit, I will be with you always, and you with me. May you find swift hunting and shelter when you sleep," she murmured to the dirt, then joined Beekit at the gate. Padding back out into the forest felt good. The soft grass beneath her paws, the song of bird overhead, and- the scent of a patrol coming right towards her.