I gasped. It was her! I had promised myself I would never allow her back into my life, but here she was. Her fur puffed in excitement and she began to purr. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
      "That's because you weren't supposed to." I hissed plainly.
      Her tail swished back and forth repeatedly, until I wanted to pounce on it like a little kitten and shred it. "Twiggy?" She said.
      I looked up and was captivated by her gaze. . . . It was the same as it had been last time, if not even more beautiful. "What?" I growled, hopefully in a very menacing way.
      "We used to be so close. What happened to that? I . . . I thought we'd have kits one day! I thought you loved me!"
      "I did. But not anymore."
      "Just because I did one thing wrong doesn't mean you should hate me forever!" She snarled, tail beginning to bush out. "I wanted to be with you forever, it's you who threw that all away."
      I wanted to give in, let her kill me so I could be away from this world, but the little voice entered my head. Remember, you still have Comet to care for!
      "I didn't ask for your opinion." I said aloud.
      She walked away, leaving her rosy scent behind and I immediately regretted what I had done.
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      Comet bounced around the den. "Can I go out?" She asked, gazing wistfully out the den. "It's so boring in here, and not big enough."
      "No. It's not safe outside. There's all sorts of dangers like foxes and other cats, and besides, it's raining right now."
      "I don't care. Rain is awesome. I love it." Comet tried to persuade me.
      "Yeah, right. Since when has any cat loved rain?" I muttered.
      "Since I was born!"
      "Seriously, Comet. No going outside."
      "But I want to meet that cat."
      "What cat?"
      "The one you were talking to yesterday."
      I sighed. Comet was a good kitten- she really was- but at some points during all days she was so annoying I wanted to bite her head off. Mother. Why did you have to go? I miss you. Comet misses someone who can actually take care of her.
      I didn't expect an answer, but a voice in my head whispered softly. 'You're doing brilliantly, Twiggy. Don't put yourself down. I love you.'
      It was my Mother. I went to bed that night, purring happily. If she believed in me, I should believe in myself too.
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      "Twiggy I can smell squirrel!" Comet exclaimed breathlessly. "We need to get it! Twiggy! It's scampering away through the trees! Twiggy, it's gone!"
      "What?" I blinked my eyes open. My mind wanted to stay asleep forever, and my eyes began to drag back together.
      "No! Twiggy! No going back to sleep! You just let a squirrel escape, and there's plenty more prey about. We have to catch something before its all gone!" Comet squeaked in my ears. 
      "Fine! Just give me a second," I growled, heaving myself to my paws. I ruffled the little tortoiseshell's head fur. "I'm just tired, ok?"
      "You're always tired." Comet mewled disapprovingly.
      "Oh, Comet. You're the only one I have left. Please don't make it like this. It's hard to take care of you when all you do is whine and yowl all day. I love you, but please stop."
      She stared at me blankly as a smile began to creep onto her face. "Hey, look! It's that cat you won't tell me about!"
Really? Of course she's going to show up at this time. Comet is of course going to use her as a distraction from our argument. But it's not over, little kit.
      "What are you doing here?" I hissed, eyeing the pelt of the she-cat. It was still beautiful, no matter how much I pretended to hate her. "I said, what are you doing here?" I repeated.
      "I came to see you!" She exclaimed. I dare not think her name. . . . You know her name, my mind giggled. Come on! I know you do! I'm your brain and mind, and I know everything you've ever thought about this cat. And most of them aren't bad thoughts.
      "Silver Sky." I said in exasperation.
     "Oh, Twiggy! You remember my name! I was starting to think you'd forgotten!"
      "I wouldn't."
      "You know, I really miss you. I mean, the old you. The one that cared about me. What happened to that?"
      "You know very well what happened. You hurt me."
      Her fluffy tail brushed briskly through the air. "What happened to your Mother?"
How dare she? Is she trying to hurt me?
      "She's dead." I growled, trying not to sound to upset, but my voice cracked and I felt like crying.
      "I'm sorry." She whimpered, leaning forward and licking my head. "What can I do to help?"