"I don't know who my daddy is." Bramblefoot meowed, digging through memories of when he was a kit. "My mommy died saving me though." Bramblefoot's gaze darkened as he remembered his mother's death. His mind flashed with memories of her warm fur and soft scent, remembering how they would talk and how she didn't care when he asked questions that she had already answered time and time again. How when he asked why he was named Wasp she responded, "Because I don't want you to get stuck with a dumb housecat name like Goldie and have to live it down for the rest of your life." He smiled as he remembered all this. "She was a good mom." He told the kit.
(I revealed the plot twist.

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