AN: This is an entry into The Tamora Pierce Experiment's March writing challenge. The story had to be in a specific format and also had to be about either a baby, a death or a kiss. I chose death, obviously. You should check it out; this was fun, even if it's not the most polished piece ever.

Summary: Kitten laments Daine.

whistles mean i love you

All the whistles in the world wouldn't stop you leaving.

You've been the one that I've looked up to.

You raised me after my mama was killed.

You didn't have to, but you did.

They took you away from me.

Tkaa tries to comfort me.

I love you, mama.

Don't forget me.

Miss you.

-Kitten