I was now two moons old. "YEAH! I can finally leave the den!" I thought. I ran out of the den and yowled "I AM OUT OF THE DEN! YES!" Sandwing ran out. "Finally!" she said. "Bloodkit is almost old enough to become an apprentice!

I ran out with Goldkit, Riverkit, and Butterflykit. "Shouldn't we visit Waspkit?" I mewed. We went to visit Waspkit, and she was not in a good condition. The medicine cat, Moonheart, said, "She has not been very well. I have kept her here for two moons. She has been too weak to move."

"B-Blood-kit?" she weakly mewed. "G-Gold-Kit? R-River-k-kit?" Waspkit fell back asleep. "Waspkit? Can I get you anything?" Moonheart mewed, but Waspkit didn't reply. Her breathing stopped.

Butterflykit cried. "My only living sister, Waspkit, is d-dead! I had two siblings, Nightkit, who got ran over by a monster, and then Waspkit, who died of an illness!"