Whispering Hope

Whispering Hope is a fanfic by Streampaw. It tells the story of three young cats.

Chapter 1
Wind. It rustles through the forest. It tears through the leaves. And it freezes everything. It froze my heart.

My name is Dusklight. I am a cripple.

There was a storm. There was no rain. There was no thunder. There was no lightening. There was only wind. There was a battle. There was no winner. There was no end. And there was no hope.

My littermates are dead. All of them apart from one.

My mother is prejudiced. She never sees past what hurt her before.

My father doesn't exist. Not to me.

And on the night of the battle I was useless.

My mother fought for the kits she lost. For the mate she had for one day. And for the death of my sister. For me.

I watched. I saw my father, fighting beside her. He looked like me. He looked like her. But most of all he looked like my sister.

No one knew she had left. Not until the battle. Not until the battle after the gathering.

No one missed her. Instead they rejoice. They rejoice for the ridding of a murderer. Yes. My sister is a murderer to them. To them she murdered our littermates. To them she killed three cats. To them, she crippled me.

I don't know her name anymore. I can't remember. I can't remember anything now. The memories are all gone with the wind.

My name is Dusklight. I am a cripple. And I should have taken her place.

Chapter 2
Pain.

It's all I feel now. It's all I have felt. it's all I will feel. And it is my world.

My name is Darkstream. I should be dead.

I should have been killed that night.

No one knew I was watching. No one knew I was gone. They didn't care. They hated me. Especially my mother.

Her name is Suncloud. She is prejudiced. She believes what is wrong. She believes everything that is wrong about me.

My sister is a cripple. They say it's because of me. She is one of the reasons my mother hates me. She is one of the reasons I have so many scars.

My littermates are dead. Gone. They say it's because of me. They say I murdered them. They say I murdered them as a kit.

My father is dead. he doesn't exist. They say I murdered him too.

They say I'm a murderer. That I killed seven cats.

They don't have proof. neither do I. But they chose to believe them instead.

No one believed that I was innocent. Nobody believes it. And nobody will believe it.

I never told them the truth. Mapleshade told me to keep it a secret. That suffering like this would make me stronger. And she was right. Now I am scarred for life.

And on the night of the battle I saw her. My mother. She was fighting for my littermates. She was fighting for my father. She was fighting for my sister. But most of all she was fighting for the death of me.

I saw my father, fighting beside her. He looked like my mother. He looked like my sister. But most of all he looked like me.

I have scars. Scars I have never healed from. Scars on my heart. Scars that would remain there for life.

And I went in. No one noticed. Not even her. Not even my mother, until I slit her throat.

My name is Darkstream. I am a murderer. I should be dead.