Hello, Everyone,

This is the rewrite of 'A Lost Soul Seeking Light'. If you haven't read that story, that's fine, because it will still make sense and this story is better. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.

Enjoy-

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"Snowfur!"

The white she-cat cringed at the voice. She'd been desperately keeping her mate away since she had her kits, but after two days she was running out of excuses to pass on and there wasn't a lot any cat could do to keep the Shadowclan leader at bay. It seemed now her time was up, yet Snowfur knew she was nowhere near prepared to face her impulsive mate.

It was then her mate poked his head into the Nursery. He wore his usual teeth-baring grin, but today there was a sick grimness to it that made Snowfur nervous. She wasn't sure what to expect from the tom since it was her first litter, but she'd heard a story about one of his old mate's that he'd killed because she'd birthed a dead kit. All of Snowfur's kits had lived, but she was scared to see his reaction when he saw the female...

"Snowfur!"

Snowfur glanced up nervously at the black and white tom. "H-Hello, Clawstar. Um..."

Her mate strode all the way into the Nursery and pulled back his lips, revealing more sharp teeth. "Snowfur, Darling. How are you? I've been anxious. Vineleaf said you'd had some...problems?"

The white she-cat bowed her head, curling up into a tighter ball. "I'm fine now, Clawstar."

"And the kits?"

"..."

"The kits, Snowfur? What of them?" Clawstar growled out, his cheery voice changing to deadly in seconds.

Snowfur slowly uncurled, exposing her young. Clawstar stepped over carefully, leaning down and narrowing his eyes at them like he was getting ready to attack a piece of prey. Snowfur tensed. What would he do?

There were two kits, both toms. One was completely black, long-hair, while the other was also black but with a white front paw and a lot smaller than his brother.

Clawstar gave a sound of approval, and Snowfur relaxed.

"Good. They'll make fine Warriors of Shadowclan." the tom muttered. "The black tom will be the heir to the throne, since he's bigger, but the smaller male must go. I can SMELL his weakness."

Startled, Snowfur glanced up and without thought hissed, "What do you mean, GO?"

The Shadowclan leader swung a paw and a moment later Snowfur was sprawled out, dazed, blood leaking freely from her left eye. She howled, and Clawstar snickered.

"Foolish she-cat," he chuckled out. "You obviously don't understand your place. You're a breeder, like all the other females I've had. You don't get a say. And what I mean by 'go' is that the tom will go to a different Queen to be raised. He's too small to represent me as his sire. I have a reputation to protect."

Snowfur stood slowly, her legs shaking. She was too scared to say a word and merely pushed her toms back by her feet and laid down, but not before Clawstar saw the third kit under her tail.

"By Starclan," he stuttered, rage showing in his eyes. "What is THAT?!

Quickly, Snowfur crouched, huddling over her kits, a show of protection in her eyes overriding her fear.

"That's my kit," she said fiercely. Then, in a softer tone, "OUR kit..."

But the Shadowclan leader would have none of it. He stepped back, disgusted. How could HE, the boldest, handsomest, most amazing perfect tom, produce such FILTH!?

The tiny she-kit was even smaller than her brother, almost sick looking. She was completely white, except for a black heart-shaped blotch on her chest. Her left eye was opened early, clouded and grey, obviously blind. Her back leg was oddly twisted, and too short, and her ear tips were floppy like wilted rose petals. A tiny tooth stuck out under her top lip.

"That's not my kit," Clawstar said quietly. And then, in a raged scream, "AND YOU'RE NOT MY MATE!"

Moments later, Snowfur lay quietly on the mossy ground of the Nursery, all alone in the darkness. Her kits were gone. She'd failed to protect her young and Clawstar would have a new mate by morning. Now she merely listened to her own ragged breathing, smelled her own fear, felt her own pain and simply watched the scarlet blood pool around her.

Her last thought was,

...I'm sorry...

And then she was dead.

R+R!