Memories of a Pumpkin ( Pumpkinpaw of Blizzardclan backstory)

Memories of a Pumpkin 
" Oh my, dear. Look at that!" A cat mewed. Pumpkinkit opened her eyes. A tall shecat with amber eyes, a stubby tail, and a torn ear stood in front of her. She was slick and beautiful, a dark brown pelt with white patches on her fur. Like a deer.
Pumpkinkit tried to speak, but somehow the words didn't work. Huh? She thought. " Silly Pumpkinkit. You've opened your eyes! I'm your mother, Deerwing." Deerwing.. How nice. She thought. She looked around the cramped cave they were in. A usual cave that a rouge, or loner, in their case, would stay in. Not too clean, but comfy nests, and a small spring that the kits could learn to swim in and the queens could drink water out of. But there were no other kits. " I see you notice there are no other kits.. They're.. somewhere." ( They died in birth)
Her tail flickered, signing something. Uh, why can't I talk? The.. The words don't work. Deerwing seemed to notice this and purred. " You're mute, dear. But that's alright. At least you're the only one who.. Ah, you seem hungry." Pumpkinkit smiled as the queen trotted over to give her milk.
The days went by, and they shared stories and milk, prey and swimming and hunting, wounds and herbs. But Pumpkinkit began to notice that Deerwing began to wheeze harshly, and she had a far away look in her eyes, as if she were ready to drift to a place the kit never knew of.
Finally, one day in leaf bare, Pumpkinkit woke up. But the cave was empty. Deerwing wasn't there! Suddenly, she spotted a limp body lying in the corner of the cave, a small trickle of blood running down her mother's mouth. Pumpkinkit shrieked. YOU CAN'T DIE!.. The shecat let out a cough and whispered. "Pumpkinkit?" Yes mother?.. Too many thoughts were pounding in her head for her to focus, until her mother replied her final words. "Your papa.. He died after you were born. Drowned.. As for your siblings.. You never had any.. Died during' birth.." The words seemed rush, her eyes gleaming in a faraway place Pumpkinkit couldn't see. "You're special..My little Pumpkin..I'll be watching you with your papa.." Pumpkinkit trotted away, letting tears of defiance sting her eyes. She trotted away, to a place she didn't know where to go, nowhere.
A Month Later, in Blizzardclan
Pumpkinpaw sighed, comforting her mourning adoptive blind sister Honeykit. She had found two wise elderly cats named Quietfur and Wingtail, and they gratefully adopted her. Quietfur had died two moons after she had been adopted, and Wingtail had recently died from an asthma attack. Now, the cats had nothing left but their clan, Blizzardclan, and themselves. No hope, faith, motivation, or anything to believe in but Starclan. " What's gonna happen, Pumpkinpaw..? The kitten asked, between sniffles. Pumpkinpaw gently scooted towards her sibling, Honeykit curling up next to her and laying her head on Pumpkinpaw as if she were Quietfur. She signed with her paws- " I don't know, Honeykit. But whatever it is, we wait for it patiently like Starclan waits for us to join them someday.We are simply waiting for the future."
Fin.
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