*le shrug* bored

~*~

Aspentail curled her long, and fluffy tail around a small, grey body. The kit's fragile body shook with coughs every now and then. The queen nudged her only kit. "Please Starclan, don't take my last kit.. You already took Yellowkit's innocent life!" She hissed softly under her breath. 'Calm down.. Pebblekit will be okay....' Aspentail reassured herself in her thoughts, and curled up. She closed her eyes, and let sleep wash over her like a wave on the beach.

~*~

The next morning, a shrill cry rang through camp. "Pebblekit! No!" The cry repeated once more. Cats crowded around the nursery, confusion thick in the air.

The queen nosed the life-less kit, tears staining her fur. "No..No!" Aspenail wailed.

Greykit was gone. Hunting in the ranks of Starclan for moons and seasons to come.