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Although her hearing wasn't very good, he heard her sister's cry and let out a soft cry too.

She sat up shakily and heard faintly the cry of her sister. She wondered what was wrong, but was unable to help.

Her eyes got wide, and she scrambled to her feet. Her fur bristled as she sprang into the trees after the Riverclan invaders.

The stunning she-cat strode into the clearing, just outside the line of trees that led to the dense, green forest. She was a cream colored cat, except for her two white back paws, and a white locket upon her chest. When she walked slightly further into the clearing, she sat down and curled her tail carefully over her paws, welcoming the sun that shone warm on her fur. Her bright, green eyes were intent as she looked past the horizon that lightened up the valley below, all of her senses alert.

Firekit's tiny body quivered in nervousness, she cuddled closer to her mother.

Firekit began sucking on her paw, with her toothless jaws.

Firekit felt a light chill run through her fur and nestled closer to her mother's warm fur.

I'd like to be a kit.

Username:sHeWoLfBbY

Name: Brookkit

Fur color: cream colored with two white back paws and a white patch on my chest.

Blind or deaf: Neither

The stunning she-cat strode slowly into the clearing, just outside the line of trees that led to the thick, green forest. IvyTail was a cream colored cat except for two white back paws, and a white patch upon her chest. Her light green eyes were intent as she stared past the horizon that lit up the valley below. She walked slightly farther into the middle of the clearing and sat down, welcoming the warm sun that shone on her silky fur as she curled her tail over her front paws, all of her senses alert.

Firekit looked about her other siblings, having no interest to play; she would rather sit by herself.

That would be appreciated(:

The solid white newborn kit,s body quivered violently in the back of an abandoned den. Being born only three days ago, her eyes and ears were not opened yet. The newborn kit had been orphaned, her mother killed by a badger trying to protect her. Her older brother had died at birth. They had no other family, for the mother was a lone cat. The fluffy kit shivered from the tips of her ears, all the way to the end of her black tipped tail. It was spring, but the early mornings were still frigid, and she had not eaten in 24 hours. Hunger over whelmed her.

Haha(: we will start when the mothe gets here. I will ask her to start a new thread.

She crashed into the clearing and straight away, she took hold of a RiverClan warrior. She leaped upon his back and used her strength to throw him off balance. As she pinned him on his back, she bit fiercely into his shoulder. He let out an ears plotting yowl and darted back off into the trees in retreat. There were still more RiverClan warriors.

Dawnheart glanced over at the brothers, frozen in shock. How could Kinktail betray us? She thought at the same time that she darted over to him. She let out a menacing hiss and lunged for Kinktail, ramming him to te ground, making him fall on his side. She snarled and leaped on him, pinning him on his back. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with pure hatred. She glanced over at Hawktalon, a knot forming in her throat. She wanted to help him, but at the same time she felt the need to keep this traitor on the ground as away from the others.

Dawnheart let out a yowl filled with both anger and sadness. "You'll pay for this!" she snarled. Her thoughts stopped for a moment. She tried to bring herself to kill the cat, but the warrior code wouldn't allow it. Although he did kill his own brother...He killed Hawktalon... Her eyes clouded with emotion as she fought back tears. "You killed your own brother!" she yowled. She bared her teeth at the base of his neck, ready to deliver the bite that would kill him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She felt the warm cat's body against hers. The smell was unfamiliar, but she was so cold and hungry that she nestled close to her body and latched on, getting a taste of warm milk again.

The kit kept suckling until her tiny body could hold no more. She quickly cuddled as close as she could to the other cats warm fur and fell asleep.

Two weeks passed by as the young kit spent her days with the new cat. One morning as she woke, her instinct finally kicked in t open her eyes. The young kit shook her head and opened her eyes slowly. Not quite having great sight yet, she could not see in the darkness of the den, and as she moved her tiny head to look towards the den entrance, the shapes outside were blurry and undescriptive.

She snarled, her ears flattened against her head. "I won't be like you, Kinktail," she growled, "I'm not a killer..." She unsheathed her claws and sheared them across Kinktail's eyes. She continued to do so until his eyes were blind beyond repair. As he lifted her head, she watched te RiverClan warriors retreat.