Dreams of Spirits

Aurakit curled up in his mossy nest and yawned. He was getting too big for the nursery, after all, he was a rogue's kit...or so he guessed. He wiped his red eye over with a dark paw and fell into slumber. He was in a forest, a forest glowing with rich life and radiance. His eyes widened, and he walked around. Suddenly, he heard something behind him. He whipped around. Nothing. He closed his eyes and let his vision seek an aura. Still nothing. He began to walk briskly away. He felt the presence follow, and soon, he was running. Suddenly, a voice made him freeze. Aurakit squeaked weakly. "H-hello?"
Let the aura of life guide you through the burning fire.
And thus, all faded black, and the silver kit woke with a start.

"Hello. Wow! You remind me of Twisted(or Twisterstar)star!" Deathclover exclaimed, looking the kit up and down.

Aurakit jumped at the sound of Deathclove's voice. He sat up abruptly. "How, exactly..?" he asked, tilting his head, startled at the remark. Twisterstar had gone missing strangely not long before Aurakit had been born, and the kit figured he was dead.

"He is my father." sliverkit mewed coming in hearing them talk about him. She didnt even know what they were talking about "I never saw him though."

Aurakit sighed. "I never knew my father. Or my mother. But I ended up here...How? I don't know." He sifted one dark gray paw in the dirt. "Deathclover says I look like him. But I don't have a...twister over one eye," he pointed out gruffly.

"So doesn't mean you dont look like him." She mewed

"I don't see people through looks all the time, mainly through their eyes. There's something that jut reminds me of him when I see you," Deathclover smiled, showing his clean, white teeth. The sun was setting, causing the sky too go a blazing orange and fade into a deep and mysterious purple. The blood-red clover on his chest stood out from his jet black pelt.