Swallowkit
Swallowkit arosed from her slumbers by a rumbling in the air. it was loud and it cracked, scaring the 3 moon old she-cat. She shook her coat which was still wet from when she went to go get some prey earlier on. A flash of light came and then the loud, booming noise came again. She wanted to call out, but she would not. No, she didn't like her sister, Crowkit. Crowkit was her only surviving family member. She hated how she acted. All mysterious and stuff. Eck. Swallowkit was better than that. She was devious, sly, and cunning. A devilish smile appeared on her face as she thought of her plan. Her plan to ruin her sister forever. Her plan. Yes, that was the best thing she had ever thought of. It was the only thing that kept her going, the only thing that kept her here, in Thunderclan.