((Wow. I wish it were only 8 here...))
Whitedawn frowned, her eyes on Rainstar's. "Fine." She mewed tersely, sitting down, wrapping her tail around her paws before she begane. "Get comfertable, its a long one," She mewed dryly, her whiskers twitching sadly. "It all started when I was an apprentice. Whitepaw. I would go hunting out by myself all the time, since I really didnt like any of the cats my own age." She shrugged. "Anyways, I met a tom. Lore." Whitedawn sighed and cleared her throat, "we fell in love, I guess you could say, and I would sneak out to see him often. The night I was made a warrior, he came to see me at the border to camp, and he asked me to be his mate. I said yes.--or rather, nodded yes." She smiled darkly, "But, as a warrior, it was harder to see him...I couldnt get out enough, since I was too busy being a loyal and hard working clan cat," She shook her head. "And then--one day, when I snuck out to find him....he was playing in the forest with....two kits." Her voice cracked slightly, her eyes down. "They weren't mine. He kept telling me he just found them, but the tom; he looked just like him. I knew that was impossible. So I got angry. We got into a fight, yelling at each other and things just got out of control." She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "And....I killed him. In front of the kits. I ran back to camp, after, and left the kits there. The kits are here now, come back for vengence, I suppose. Goose really does look just like his father, you know." She laughed sadly, shrugging slightly in defeat.







