Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know this isn't my style but I wanted to try something new, kay? anyway, this is Willowpaw, a tom whom gets himself hurt... a lot. Here's a bit of his history: The sun was shining high and the blue sky and the clouds were snowy white. Warriors trained their apprentices; elders basked in the sun, kits played, the rare occasion where all was well. A grey and white tom-kit leapt out from the nursery, a ginger she-kit, another tom-kit and a calico queen soon followed him out. The three kits laughed and played as their mother watched from the shade. -Her eyes were about to drift to sleep when a scream and a battle yowl woke her mind. �My kits, where are my kits?� She mewed worriedly. In a tree, a few paces away sat a hawk, he was watching the sky. High into the grey-turning clouds was a falcon; in it�s talons a small bundle of brown fur laid limp. �Hazelkit!� She wailed, but it was too late for the young tom. -Her attention soon turned to a group of cats shaking their heads and bowing to the queen. �Willowkit�? Cedarkit�?� She asked, frightened. No response. A Russian blue came walking wearily over. Tears streaked his face and rain began to fall. �They�they ate yarrow. They ate so much and we couldn�t stop them. It was so horrible until, until they stopped moving� and they couldn�t breath.� -He stuttered. All his 3 kits, all dead in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, the grey and white tom-kit began to move, and then cough. �Willowkit!� Shrieked the two cats. �Get the medicine cat!� Ordered the tom. Bluecloud would do anything for his mate Tawnysky and their kits. �I can�t breath�� Rasped Willowkit, his eyes looked to Cedarkit. �Why isn�t Cedarkit moving? And where�s Hazelkit?� -He managed to say before a coughing fit took him. �Willowkit, dear, Cedarkit and Hazelkit are-are gone.� Cried Tawnysky. The medicine cat soon arrived and moved Willowkit to safety. It was a sad day, and for once, curiosity truly did kill the cat. -�Ouch�� Muttered a voice. It was quiet and clearly in pain. He looked down to his paw. �Another snagged claw?� He sighed and looked up �You�re gonna kill yourself one day, Willopaw�� Said the tom. His amber brown eyes rolled. �If only Bluecloud and Tawnysky could see me now.� He murmured and began to limp back to camp. Hopefully Willowpaw could last until he was finally named a warrior tonight. (Ps. The pose was referenced a bit)