A brown she-kit paddled quickly into the dark forest, the moonlight glittering onto her fur turning it into a bright silver. The wind blew against her fur, making her shiver, but she kept walking along the trail. While walking through the trees, she turned a small corner in between two bushes and slowed her pace, going down a smooth dusty path, making her way into a small clearing. Long slim trees surrounded the little area, and the moon shot a ray a light into the circular clearing. In the center was a large bolder that the she-kit climbed upon slowly and sat down. She sighed looking up at the moon, the wind blew against her fur again. She shivered and coughed but held her gaze confidently into the moonlit sky.

"Oh dear Starclan, my only beloved clan.

I have come here on this dreadful, yet beautiful night,

To tell you all about my mother's awful plan.

She'd hate me at death…

She'd despise me night and day…

And all because I looked like,

Her ex-mate, Silentway.

She knew I had his eyes that are dull,

She knew I had his pelt that was brown,

But she didn't know that I didn't have,

His terrible soul.

When no one was around,

She would claw and bite on me,

I wished she would stop,

It hurt me as much as a bee sting.

She never curled up with me,

Or gave me love,

She didn't even look at me,

When I gave her a happy wink.

During the time it was around leaf-bare,

My grandmother died,

When there wasn't any food,

Not even a morsel to be spared.

And soon, I had whitecough,

It was a bad thing for me,

Such a small little kit,

Sneezing and coughing all night long.

I became worse and worse,

I didn't want to suffer anymore,

I just wanted to go home,

And be with my grandmother all the day long.

So I snuck out here,

To my secret hideout,

To tell you all of this,

My dear Starclan.

I want to go home!

Please take me up,

I just cannot live,

I can't do this any longer."

Hearing the poor kits' cries of sorrow, two cats appeared floating around her, stars shining brightly in their fur. One was her grandmother who smiled warmly, the other was her grandfather who greeted her with a purr.

"Do not cry anymore my dear," the grandmother meowed softly. "We have come to take you with us to Starclan."

The brown kit smiled in joy, then coughed and sneezed. She let her body lie on the smooth surface of the stone, and took her final breaths. She knew she was going to die anyway, since the whitecough was too much for her weak body. She closed her eyes feeling her heart slow in pace, and let herself go.

She opened her eyes to see that she was no longer weak or ill, and her pelt was full of stars. She was no longer full of sadness and pain, only happiness and joy. All those times of her suffering was now over. Her grandmother and grandfather walked next to her and stood by her side, guiding her into the light, of Silverpelt.

The End.