Snowpelt dreamed of the days of when she enjoyed life with her kit. Then the nightmares came.
Of black ghosts, grey souls. Dark skies and a white moon. The kit stood in front of her. She couldn't move.... nor speak..... The kit tripled and quadrupled in size, until it was the size of a fully grown badger. Snowpelt tried to get away but the kit jumped on her mauling her..... biting her... scratching her.... killing her.... Snowpelt jerked awake and stared into the darkness. As her eyes adjusted to the faint light of the small moon, she searched for her kit. To love her again. To ask for forgiveness. To ask what had happened. To ask why.