I have lived a life that you will never know.

All my painful days have passed so very slow.

All I've ever seen is crimson on the snow.

This is my life, and I'll give you a show.

I do not know how I survived,

When every friend I've had has died.

And every single one of those, to me has always lied.

If you wish to hear my life,

My song of endless screams;

Trust me, if you hear it,

My voice will haunt your dreams.

Hi! leefpool here, making another fic. If you want to know anything about it, look above. ;)

So, yes, this is a painful story about the life of . . . well, a cat. I'm not giving anything away. But don't worry, it's not as dark as it sounds! It was going to be, but I felt too sorry for my main character and changed it a bit. A bit. It's still pain from the main character's point of view, mostly mental pain though.

So, if you ever read my other stories, you know how I have something I put in every chapter (face of the chapter, riddle of the chapter), and this time I'll have poems (which might all be creepy and dark)! For now, enjoy the story :) Well, sort of enjoy it. It might be kind of dark . . . I'm good at that stuff.

EDIT 11/11/2015: Wow, the prologue isn't nearly as bad as I remember. There are a few modifications, though not many. In author's notes and such, I've exaggerated the main character's pain, but whatever. Go ahead and read on.

Red.

Scarlet pools around my small white body.

That was the first thing I saw.

Painful yowls of other cats. No. Just one other cat.

Soothing murmurs.

That was the first thing I heard.

A rough tongue licking my wet body.

Moss soaked with crimson beneath me.

That was the first thing I felt.

But that was a short beginning.

My death would last much, much longer.

The pain of my life would last to my dying breath.

But no. It's the pain of my death. I've never had a life.

Every friendship, clawed away. Every comfort, torn apart. Every family member, abandon me.

My life is pain, pain, pain, and this is how it began.

Prologue

That night, the moon was red. The cursed night.

Loud wailing could be heard throughout the camp. Loud, earsplitting wails emanating through the walls of the nursery and into the ears of all the restless warriors and apprentices.

The kits hid behind their mothers, trying to hide from the noise.

The medicine cat gave soothing murmurs to the birthing queen.

"Hush now, hush. It will all be over soon."

Outside, the leader paced. Was she alright? But he couldn't go in now. He was too frightened of what he might see.

Back inside, the queen was clenching her teeth as she pushed out the first kit; black like it's father.

"That's right, there should be about two left. It will be over soon. Pineleaf, come and lick the first kit."

A brown tabby queen with a bulging belly stood and walked over to the kit with trembling knees.

The medicine cat turned back to the birthing queen as her body convulsed. "Another one's coming! Push!"

The queen followed her instruction, and after a yowl of pain, the second kit was out. Brown like it's mother.

"Someone, come lick this one too!"

A moment later, another convulsion started, along with yowls of pain louder than ever before.

Then blood.

Blood accompanied the last kit; more blood than the medicine cat had ever seen in one birth.

And the kit was pure white. Not like any of it's known relations. The medicine cat proceeded into licking it before anything could distract her.

At this point, the awaiting leader, and now father, outside could not wait any longer. He burst into the den. "Is she alright? How are the kits?" He noticed the blood, and his eyes widened. He rushed to his mate's side. "What happened?"

The medicine cat looked up at her leader. "Darkstar, she's—"

"Don't tell me that!" Darkstar hissed.

"But it's true. You'll have to name your kits as your . . . final experience together."

Darkstar's eyes glistened with grief. "I know." His voice was a whisper. He turned to his mate. "We have to name our kits."

She nodded weakly in response.

Darkstar turned to the medicine cat. "Which are she-cats and which are toms?"

"The white and the black are she-cats, and the brown is a tom."

Darkstar turned back to his mate. "You name the first one."

The queen stared down at her kits. "The black one will be . . . Blackkit."

"The brown will be Pebblekit."

"And . . . the last . . . will be . . ." the she cat let out a gasping breath.

Darkstar drew closer to her and licked her ear, shaking. "Go on; name our last kit."

". . . Snowkit."

"Snowkit. It's beautiful."

"Yes . . . goodbye, Darkstar." She reached up, licked her mate's cheek for the last time, and was still

Eyes glistening with pain, Darkstar leaned forward and licked her on the ear. "Yes. Goodbye, Sandcloud."

HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? TELL ME! *Shakes reader violently* JK, JK. But really, please tell me how you liked it! (I feel like no one will . . . I mean, I've been writing comedy for my other Warriors fics. . . .)

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~leefpool