Mossnose's Requiem

PROLOGUE
Mosskit moaned, the bitter feeling of freezing pain shooting up her spine as she followed her much larger, much stronger Littermates, and her Mother. "We are almost there Darlings..." Bluefur purred shakily. Mosskit could feel the urgency and sadness in her Mothers normally Soft, calm voice. Mosskit shivered wildly as she carefully scampered after her Mother, still pondering as to why Mother was growing so emotional over the new game she had invented "Secret Escape.". Stonekit leaped ahead of Bluefur, he seemed in much better condition than Mosskit was, along with her other Sister Mistykit. "M-Mommy? C-can we stop now?.." Mosskit whined, her minature mitts prickling from the unbearably cold Leaf-bare snows. "No, Mosskit, we don't want the Shadowclan Warriors to catch up to us or even find us, do we?" Mosskit let out a exhausted sigh, and nodded reluctantly, still feeling the need to take a break and huddle up in her Mothers warm, grey-blue fur. "Come on you bum!" Mistykit giggled in her high-pitched voice, nudging Mosskit over onto her side. Mosskit looked up at Mistykit, her eyes widened in shock, her gaze beginning to blur. Mistykit flinched back in surprise her similar watery blue gaze shifting towards Bluefur. Mosskit began to shake violently, groaning in fear and pain. "MOMMY!" Mistykit shrieked, causing Bluefur to spin around in alarm. "Whats the matter little o- oh Mosskit... what happened to you!" Bluefur gasped in horror, racing up to the small patched white figure. "M-mom!" Mosskit sobbed, tears beginning to trickle from her eyes, the energy drained from her freezing, helpless body. Bluefur curled around the young Kit, sweeping Mistykit and Stonekit closer to the two with her tail. "Quick you two!" She snapped urgently, her sky blue eyes narrowing into tiny slits. "Help me warm her up!"
Snowfur looked down upon the scene, frowning in sorrow as her Niece lay in the snow, her life slowly draining away from her. Don't worry Sister... Snowfur whispered, her voice echoing as she faded into the scene slowly. "She will be safe with me..." Bluefur's head snapped up, a pang of Concern hitting Snowfur in the heart as she saw the hurt on her Sisters facial features. "No, she will live a peaceful life in Riverclan! Please Snowfur, don't take precious Kit away from me..." Bluefur slumped over Mosskit, wrapping her Paws around her tiny Daughter. Snowfur huffed, a puff of white becoming of her breath, spinning thoughts rushing through Snowfur's head. Snowfur approached the Family, her frosted white fur gleaming under the milkiness of the moons light. "Please..." Bluefur begged, tears shedding from her eyes and falling onto young Mosskit. Snowfur took a seat, her icy blue orbs fixed on the dying Kitten. Snowfur looked at the young Kit, images of her own Kit, Whitepaw, appearing in her Mind. She desperately wanted to ask Bluefur if he was doing well, but she knew that her Sister was in no condition to answer the Question at the very moment. "Im sorry, there is nothing I can do... Starclan does not toy with the Clancats, therefore I am not able to bring back Mosskit, she is already on her path to Starclan." Blank, inapproachable sadness rang in Snowfur's voice as she noticed Mosskit go limp in her Mothers large, bundled paws.
Bluefur yowled to the sky, alarming Mistykit and Stonekit. "Mommy... is she ok? Surely she is sleeping..." Stonekit muttered, shuffling his Paws. "You know how she constantly plays tricks on me and Mistykit.." Bluefur hesitated, before fluffing out her short fur, and whirling around on her other two Kittens. "You don't understand! You two don't understand Death or pain... Mosskit, is DEAD!" She snarled, her lips pulled back to reveal her sharp, gleaming teeth. EEP! Mistykit scrambled behind her Older, braver, outspoken Littermate. Bluefur tried to settle herself, her large, tufty blue-gray ears pinned sharply to the back of her skull. She looked up at the star-filled sky and sighed, her gaze searching, she was looking for Mosskit's new Star. 
Mistykit glanced at her Brother, who was staring at Moss'Kits shriveled body. "She is dead, Mother is right." He mewed, his voice sounding helpless and soft. Mistykit searched for words, but they all seemed to catch in her throat. "No, not our Sister!" She wailed, throwing herself onto Mosskit. 
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