Stormwillow's Suffering

This is about Stormwillow. This is about her past before she came to FlameClan.

Prologue
"She's beautiful. Just beautiful."

A blue-gray tom was crouched over his mate, a pretty silver shecat. A small, pretty silver tabby kit was curled up beside her mother's belly. The tom crouched to lick his kit, then murmured, "What should we name her?"

The mother of his kit blinked at him with love in her eyes. A wild storm raged outside. "Stormwillow," she whispered. "She was born in this willow tree, during this wild, raging storm. She deserves to be named after this wild ride!"

"You never cease to amaze me, Feather," the tom chuckled.

"Nor do you, Rain," Feather laughed.

As days and weeks passed, the storm finally disappeared, and Stormwillow was finally taken outside. Finally, at 2 moons, she was almost ready for her first bite of prey.

Feather and Rain were padding through the forest with Stormwillow. The little silver tabby was leaping from bush to bush. "The world is so big!" she chanted.

Feather let out a giggle of amusement. "Maybe one day you'll explore the world," she whispered to her kit.

Suddenly a growl erupted from the bushes. Feather, Rain, and Stormwillow froze. Black and white slithered around them.

Badgers.

It was only one, but Feather and Rain defended their young kit like true parents. Feather had leaped onto its head, only to flown off by the badger.

Many moments passed. Stormwillow watched as her mother, father, and badger all seemed to die. Horror erupted into her eyes.

"Mother? Father? Don't be dead! I know you're not dead!"

And sitting, lost in the forest, was a little silver tabby kit. The kit who lost her parents. The kit who had no family or friends. The lost, alone kit with nothing.

"I'll make you happy, Mother."