[ice_wolf]

This is a little bit about my character from a roleplay I am in. My character, Crowmoon, in this Crowkit, is the Black, and biggest tom in the picture (Has a white chest, and blue eyes like the mother but not shown). The roan colored she-kit with dark ears and tail was Robinkit (had green eyes), and the last kit, the light cream tabby tom is Thistlekit (had golden eyes). The mother was Willowwind, and father, not shown but was a gray tabby with hazel eyes, was Graystorm.

Crowkit and Robinkit often played leader and deputy as kits, while Thistlekit stayed in the nursury by himself, playing with twigs and bits of moss. One day when the kits were about four moons old the most horrible thing happened.

"Please can we go out and play? Please?" Crowkit mewwed his protest, and Robinkit piped in, "Please?" her voice was quieter, in the past moon she had had a cough that had taken a full half moon to recover from and her throut was still a bit raw.
"I told you no. The snow out there would give your pelts away and any owl or falcon could come and get you." Willowwind replied her voice was firm but gentle.
"Please? I haven't been out for a whole moon!" Robinkit complained and Willowwind sighed.
"Fine, just stay close to the nursury."
"Come on Crowkit, lets go!" Robinkit mewed before bounding out of the nursury.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Crowkit turned to his brother, "Come and play Thistlekit."
Thistlekit shook his head, "Playing that game of yours is dumb." He curled into a ball, facing away from Crowkit.
"Fine suit yourself." Crowkit turned to the entrance and flicked his tail in annoyance at Thistlekit. He never wanted to play.
A scream echoed through the camp at that second. A horrible blood curdiling scream, "Robinkit!" Willowwind yowled, as she, Crowkit, and Thistlekit ran out of the nursury. All that was left were a few drops of blood on the white snow.

Crowkit grew detached from the world after that. He stayed away from crowds and didn't want the pity. Thistlekit on the otherhand, soaked it in, but soon grew tired of it, and when they were apprenticed he ran away from the clan, naming himself Thistle and living as a rouge. Crowpaw didn't see him again. A moon after that both Willowwind and Graystorm died in a battle with Mythclan, Leaving Crowpaw as the soul remainder of his family in the clan. Fawnheart took on a motherly role to him. She was the only one Crowpaw would talk to, the only one he felt understood. She herself had lost her parents and brother to sickness.

Now Crowmoon is a warrior. He has made a personal vow to live for himself and Robinkit. And now he has a Future mate of his own perhaps? Maybe Robinkit will have her own second chance at life? But those are just thoughts, thoughts of Crowmoon, Warrior of Legendclan, The White-Chested Crow.