Song Of The Kit - Songfic }{ Cirruskit's Tale

[dare.xx.awaken me...]

Title: Song Of The Kit - Cirruskit's Tale
Chapters: 1
Author: Me, Myself, and of course, Cirrus.
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG-12. Slight gore.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: The fall of OakClan - With just a kit to witness.
Warning: Insanely cute orphan kittehs O.O
Disclaimer: Nope.
Beta: Nope.
Cover: Nope.

See a child standing there in the rubble and the dust,
He is standing all alone, there is no-one he can trust,
The soldiers took his father and his mother ran away,
Its a politicians game and he doesn't want to play

A tiny white figure timidly crept from the briars which tugged and snagged at his snowy white fur. He put a paw tentivley on the mud, which squelched and oozed red blood. He squeaked, pulling up a paw, the blood and soil congeling on his pad. He slowly padded into the rubble of the clearing. Big eyes looked up - one blue, one amber, and widened in horror at the sight.

Puddles of blood welled in the ground, and sprayed the rocky walls and thick tree trunks that surrounded the camp. Shapes on the floor became the bodies of his clanmates, pelts unrecongnisble with blood, mud, cuts and bruises. Clumps of fur had been torn from them. Some still quivered, praying StarClan would take them quickly, although it was impossible to tell who.

So take this child by the hand and lead him back to love,
Leave the fear and misery behind,
Take this child by the hand and lead him back to love,
Show him that people can be kind.

It had all happened so fast. He had been playing outside the nursery when suddenly a great big cat, dark silver like the new moon, tore the tunnel guards to shreds. Poor Silverwind and Goldenfur, they never stood a chance. The cat jumped up onto the Highoak with Bladestar, OakClan's leader. Together they dragged Birchclaw, his father, out of the camp, before FrostClan warriors swarmed in, shining silver pelts with big orange eyes. He had tried to find his mother in the confusion, but he was trapped in the tangle of teeth and claws to reach her when he saw her flee.

He ran into the briar patch, the place he awlays used when he and his sister played hide and seek, closed his eyes and tried to drown out the agonising screams that would haunt him forever. StarClan, what had he done to watch the slaughter of his clan? He was afraid of them, how they played the cats down below them like it was some kind of game.

See a child standing there with hunger in his eyes,
He is standing all alone while a nation slowly dies,
He know that he is hungry and he doesn't understand,
There are just too many people in this dry and barren land.

The kit shivered with cold and hunger. One by one, the shapes that still silently shook with the last threds of life eternally stilled. "Cirrus" A voice croaked. Half trapped under a fallen bramble nursery wall, a she-cat lay, her warm cinnamon fur dirtied with blood.

The kit ran over "Wren, Wrenfeather, oh your alive!" He licked his elder sister, but her amber eyes were full of sadness "Be strong Cirrus. Go far away from here, as far as you can and never come back. Keep OakClan alive.. and.." She spluttered blood "I will be with you always. Im sorry, little brother.." She took her last breath and her body went still, her amber eyes dulled and closed. "No! No! Wrenfeather! Don't die! Please, please don't die.." The kit nuzzled into the cinnamon fur. His belly was hollow with hunger.

So take this child by the hand and lead him back to love,
Leave the fear and misery behind,
Take this child by the hand and lead him back to love,
Show him that people can be kind.

He curled up next to his sisters belly and began to cry as a soft rain fell. "I wont leave you behind, I promise. I wont leave you here. We'll go and find a nice warm den and I'll find you a mouse and everything will be okay, I promise Wren." The rain began to wash the fur of the fallen cats, revealing hideous wounds.

See a child standing there as he sees the world go by,
He is standing all alone and he'll always wonder why
When nations spend their millions on power and on might,
He never got the chance to learn to read and write.

Three black cats with ice blue eyes, almost silver, entered the camp. "Oh StarClan! What has happened here?" One exclamied as the squelched through the remains of OakClan. Cirruskit knew who they were. BreezeClan warriors. The triplets, Mysterywing, Nightswallow and Ebonysong. Cirruskit nudged his sister, "Come on Wren. Help is here, come one now Wren" He tugged at his sisters scruff, sliding her through the mud. The BreezeClan rescue party spun around "A survivor!" They rushed over, but Cirruskit did not stop to talk until he had dragged Wren to the camp entrance "Whats your name, little one?" the first cat mewed. "Cc..ccirruskit. And this is my sister Wrenfeather." He nudged the bundle of cinnamon fur. "But shes.." One of them started. The other two quickly hushed her. "Come with us Cirruskit. We'll look after you." Cirruskit nodded and dragged Wren slowly out of camp.

"Its not right. A whole clan dying in front of a kit, a poor defencless kit who cannot fight. Come one. Lets lead him home. Theres nothing left of OakClan for him anymore."

And with that, the last OakClan cat walked away, dragging his fallen sister behind him.

So take this child by the hand and lead him back to love,
Leave the fear and misery behind,
Take this child by the hand and lead him back to love,
Show him that people can be kind.

[//holly.leaf\\]

*sniff*

[Lindsay]

The song of kit where does it come from, I learnt it s a child and want to find out more about it

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