"Oh Kit." Sunday looked at her last kit from her litter of four. A fire had raged through the forest where Sunday and Rapidclover had lived. Rapidclover, her mate, the father of her litter, was gone. Along with her other two kits. Kit, her last one, the blind runt, was the only one Sunday had managed to find. Sunday couldn't bear to look at her. Kit's face had been burned off on the right, but she had managed to live.

So Sunday had decided to leave her to the junkyard rogues. A group of rogues who could take better care of her child than her.

I let this happen. I let her lose a part of her face. I let Rapidclover die. I let my kits die.

"Mew?" Kit mewed. Kit was only one moon old, but it felt like this run to the abandoned junkyard caves had been a lifetime.

Kits fur was smokey from the recent fire, and Sunday was limping. Her back left leg had been scarred in the fire.

"We're almost there." Sunday said through Kits fur in her mouth.

As Kit mewed again, Sunday approached the caves.

"Who are you?!" A giant white tom approached her. Claws unsheathed, he took another step towards her.

"Swamp, ease up. It's a queen. Like me." A cream she-cat came up to him, entwining her tail with his.

"But Snowfall-"

Snowfall looked at his green eyes with her orange ones. "Go spend time with Claw and Feather. I'll talk to her."

"Alright." Swamp breathed. Sunday watched as he went deeper into the caves, into the shadows.

"Alright, could you tell me your name? I'm Snowfall."
"Oh, um, I'm Sunday."

"Are you looking to join us?"

Sunday felt a pang of sadness for her kit.

"I...I want my kit to. I can't take care of her." Sunday set Kit down and pushed her towards Snowfall.
Snowfall leaned down and started looking at Kit's injuries.

"Hmm. Her face will scar."
"Yes, I know. She's...blind too."
Sunday saw Snowfall's face scrunch up quickly but relax.

"I'll nurse her. But I'm not telling her she's mine."
Sunday had gotten only half of what she wanted for Kit.

"No, please. She needs a mother." Sunday pleaded.

"I'm sorry," Snowfall started a small glare on Sunday. "If you wanted her to have a mother, then you would stay with her."
"I already told you I can't!" Sunday yelped.

"Why?!" Snowfall said back. "A good mother would stay with her."
Sunday was taken aback. She hung her head as small tears started to drip from her eyes.

"Because she reminds me too much of my mate."
"Where is your mate?"
"Gone. Along with my two other kits. fled in the fire. Probably dead."

Snowfall looked guiltily at the ground, obviously feeling bad about calling Sunday a bad mother.

"I'm sorry I can't take care of her." Sunday turned around, away from Kit and Snowfall.

"She'll be in good hands. I promise."

"...Thank you, Snowfall." Sunday paused for a moment. "Don't tell her anything about me. None of it. I don't deserve to exist in her life." With that, Sunday bounded out of the tunnels, leaving a mewling Kit next to Snowfall.
Sunday hoped with all her heart that Kit would grow up with a happy life.
That she would make friends, maybe have a mate and kits.

That most of all, Sunday might see her again, even if it was a glimpse away.