Snowkit's Second Chance

Chapter 1

I hope you like it! It's a really slow start, so please keep reading!
~Rainytoe
Springing to his small paws, the little white kit felt a tingling sensation in his side where the hawk dug its talons into. The feeling was soothing and warm, unlike the excruciating, throbbing pain he had felt before.
Clear as day, the last thing he could remember was his mother, Speckletail, assailing the hawk ruthlessly in mid air as it soared above the screeching cats below them. Snowkit could just imagine the horror on the cats' faces as they watched a kit and a fellow warrior fly above threes, the hawk which had been carrying them ready to fall from the weight of the two cats clinging onto it's plumage of feathers.
Panicking, the hawk finally shook Speckletail off, letting Snowkit out of his talons, struggling wildly to keep its balance in the air. The white tom soon saw the cold earth whirling closer and closer by the second, as he plumeted towards the middle of the camp from a hight higher than his little mind could imagine. As he fell backwards out of the ocean-blue sky, with wide eyes, he saw his, mother twisting and turning as she fell aswell, and the hawk hurtling behind them.
Snowkit stared frantically around himself, and he not see what he was expecting to see. He did not see Speckletail padding towards him to scoop his fluffy scruff up into her jaws and gently carry him to the nursery. He did not feel the wind in his fur or his mother's teeth grasping his skin gently, or the repetitive swinging motion of his body dangling back and forth in the air.
He did not see Fireheart, Bluestar, Sandstorm, Cinderpelt, or any other clan cats.
Surrounding him was a pitch black forest; its shadowy branches seemed to shield him from the midnight sky, and the yellow moon beamed brightly between the trees, which lit up his icy-blue eyes like the moonstone. The forest was a never-ending abyss, and from what Snowkit could see, seemed to reach on forever.
"Where am I?" he mewed pitifully, the words coming out of his mouth in a frightened croak.
But as his tiny, pointy ears generated the sound, the kit jumped back, suprising himself.
Was that a sound he just heard?
Staring into the ink abyss in disbelief, he realized with great joy that he could hear. He had heard his own voice for the very first time.
A giggle rose from his throat as he lept up into the air in pure glee.
"I can hear!" he laughed in triumph, landing on his paws with a loud thud.
Would he be able to be like the normal cats? Would he be able to fit in, without getting looks of confusion and judgement?
Earlier that day, Fireheart had asked him a question. And of course, Snowkit didn't understand.
He answered in the only way he knew how:
"S'all right!"
Fireheart was deputy. He couldn't not respond, and he had to try his best.
Of course, the flame-pelted Fireheart gave him a look of utter confusion. The look that haunted him; the look that made him feel shame and badly about himself.
Now, he didn't have to worry. He was free from others' sick vanity. What relief!
"Is anyone there?" he shouted into the forest, purring to himself from the sound of his controlled voice. It was so unearthly being able to control it, and not worrying about how it sounds.
"I'm a little lost..."