Lost Is Alone

[Batpaw]

A kit lay outside the nursery in the shadows, well not really a kit. The cat that lay outside the nursery was rather large for a kit more like a young apprentice sized. Long legs, long fur, and soon to be thick muscles. The long fur was white apart from the front legs which were black long with his face which looked like a black mask and his ears. The eyes of the this cat were a yellow-green color and seemed to have a sharpness to them as if they would pierce anyone they looked upon. This cat was known as Batkit, the son of the know dead Queen Orangemask. He was in her last litter, the litter that was born and surrounded by gossip. Was he the son of Tigerstripe, a strong loyal warrior mate to Orangemask, or Batflight, the old reliable medicine cat. Well the rumors had died down now and it was official that he was the blood son of Tigerstripe and his birth was not breaking any laws of the warrior code or Medicine cat Code. He was not a kit of broke rules like the she-cat known as Whitepaw. She was lucky that she was so beautiful and loved that no one cared when the truth came out. The tom let out a sigh and rested his head upon his paws, he rested alone like he always did. Batkit was more mature then many of his age for he never really had the chance to be a kit, not after Sweetkit and Rosekit left him. He had grown distant and hard to approach. His mind always seemed to drift towards his Waterclan friends and wondered if they even thought about him at all.