Yellowfang's Wish

Brokenkit. Yellowfang's eyes glittered with pain and loss as she remembered this moment in time. The bitter resentment on his face made it seem as if he wished he was never born. Beside him lay his siblings, Wishkit and Hopekit, their bodies lifeless. How was she here? Was this StarClan mocking her? Was this a joke? The last thing Yellowfang remembered was falling into a pit of darkness. Had she joined StarClan, and was remembering her life? She lifted a paw and rested on Brokenkit's belly, something she hadn't dome last time. Yellowfang gasped in shock. She was reliving her life, but with her past memories! Brokenkit nuzzled against her belly, moving away from Yellowfang's paw. Emotion swelled up within her. This could change everything! She could make Brokenkit a loving, gentle warrior, instead of a hateful, toxic monster. Mist clouded her gaze, but she blinked it away. Rising from her makeshift nest, she wistfully buried her daughters. This second life deal would be great and horrible at the same time. She would have to witness death again, but also fix her mistakes. She bent her head and picked up Brokenkit by the scruff. This had always been something she had wished for, and dreaded at the same time, but she would go through it headstrong.