Since Deathkit was born she was always an outsider from the others. They would always see her as the kit who's father died in the blizzard she was born in or a memory of him whenever any cat would see that her black fur was more of the charcoal gray of her father, Blackenedsoot's. Thought she had received her mother's fern colored green eyes.

Whenever Ravensorrow told her 'go play' or 'see of you can play with the others' Deathkit went to Wrenfeather, the only cat that could ever understand when she felt- though she didn't tell her out of fear of her curse; something she didn't even confide in with her older sister, Streampaw and her best friend Blackkit.

She can see death.

Death is a separate shadow that prays upon her clanmates. It knows that Deathkit sees it and yet it never leaves her alone. The only time she can escape it is when her clanmates aren't close to death.

Deathkit found this out when the elder, Sandshrew, died. When she asked Ravensorrow about Sandshrew's second shadow she said that Deathkit was probably tired. After Sandshrew died Deathkit didn't see the shadow until another time death came to Shadowclan.

Death taunts her. It knows she hate- no despises the fact that the only way that she can live, is by seeing death claim the lives of clan cats she's known her whole life. The only joy she has is that  death has stayed away from Wrenfeather, Ravensorrow and her sister, Streampaw.

Deathkit only wishes that she knew what it was like to be normal. To laugh, to chat, to love. But that choice was taken from her when Starclan realized the destiny she would soon wield.