It's been three months since that fateful day the kits left me to deal with the cruel casualties of life, and spend the rest of it mourning them. It's been three moons since my life has felt like an endless horizon. It has been three months since I realized how terribly I had been lied to. Because nothing is better now; if anything it is all becoming worse than the state it had been in before, although I probably should have expected it. The Clan is now in a civil was, debates over leadership continue to rage and more cats were dying than the amount that had been killed due to Sagestar. So naive.