❝ 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃, 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳. ❞
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Darkness was all that lay ahead of her. It was quiet and dark, yet her thoughts were spinning out of control. She could find no...
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DOVESONG AWOKE FEELING warm and fuzzy inside knowing that there was someone out there who loved her. There was bound to be someone else who loved her, but she didn't know who. She felt a tugging sensation in her chest at the thought. She needed her memories back now. She knew enough now that she knew that this was a dire situation and her memories were needed for it.
Is there really a place where we can restore my memories? That seems impossible! But I guess in this world it isn't. . . . Dovesong looked around the den and saw that she was alone in the den with Luna, who was sleeping with her tail curled around her kits, who were sleeping as well. I wish I remembered who my family is, Dovesong thought, feeling miserable all of a sudden. I mean, I know that Blizzardpelt is my father only because Goldenheart told me. She also told me about . . . What was that cat's name? . . . Right. Mousetail. She said Mousetail is my sister. When is the next time I can see them? My kin? Sometime soon, I hope. She looked at Luna and her kits again. They looked so peaceful and carefree. Perhaps Dovesong's family was like that. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. Maybe not.
Dovesong immediately turned her gaze away when Luna opened her eyes. She didn't want the gray she-cat to see her staring. But then, she would probably understand.
"Where did everyone else go?" Luna asked tiredly.
"Hunting, maybe," Dovesong answered.
Luna nodded agreement. "Perhaps. We do not have to worry about it, though. I can tell something is on your mind, Dovesong. What is it?"
Dovesong looked at her in surprise. "How can you tell?"
"I have known enough troubled cats in my life to know. Moonclaw, for instance. She is always thinking about something. But most of all, I know myself. So, Dovesong, what is on your mind? You can tell me anything," Luna urged.
Dovesong held her gaze for a moment, wondering what she meant about Moonclaw. She was troubled? How? Why didn't she know? She probably did, but she just didn't remember. "I was thinking about my family. I was thinking things like who are they? Do they miss me? What are they like?" she explained, glancing at Luna and her kits.
"I am sure they miss you very much," Luna mused. "Did my kits make you think about that?"
Dovesong's pelt heated up. "Y-yes. Sorry," she stammered.
"Sorry?" Luna purred. "Sorry for what? Would you like to meet them?"
Dovesong began to like Luna. She was kind, and now she was even letting her-a complete stranger-to meet her kits. "Thank you. Sure." She left her nest and limped to Luna's nest. What happened to my leg? When did that happen? She sat beside Luna's nest and gazed down at her kits. They were tiny, probably only a few days old. Now they began to stir and wake up. One of the kits, a she-kit, looked exactly like her mother, with light gray fur and white dapples and wide green eyes, while the tom-kit was pure white with wide amber eyes. "What are their names?" Dovesong asked softly.
