Shrieking. Shrieking was everywhere. "What was going on?" she thought.
"I'll name you, Dirtkit."
"Brindlegap? Why do you have to name her that?!"
"Because, she is cursed, she isn't my kit."
"Stop lying! They are your kits, why do you have to say that she is cursed!"
"I had a dream, Starclan told me that one of my kits will become the dark sky. And, this kit didn't come out with a sack, and I was too tired! All because of this kit, I am so tired! I know what kitting feels. Dirtkit, also can hear every single word, look at her ears! This is my second litter. Don't judge, Brokenheart."
"But-"
"Shut up!"
There was a long pause as rustling sounded near her.
"Hey, sweet. You okay?"
"Wonderful."
"Have you given names to them yet?"
"To one only."
"And what is it?"
"Dirtkit for the white and dusky brown one."
"Why-"
"Shut up. Please."
"O-okay. Anything for you, sweet."
"Is Dirtkit, me?" Dirtkit thought as she opened her eyes. She felt something tug at her chest and realized she was crying. The den was huge, and behind her, a brown she-cat was arguing with a white tom.
"Hey. Look, Dirtkit is up." the white tom purred happily, as he tried to lick her until the brown she-cat swatted his nose away.
"Don't touch this Forsaken cat! Why? Because Starclan told me she will be as dark as the sky!" she spat, angry.
Dirtkit's chest tugged harder, until the white tom picked Dirtkit up. "She have beautiful red eyes. And look, this is really bad experience for her! Look! She is crying!" the tom growled at the dusky she-cat. "Brindlegap, if I have known this, I would have never loved you."
Brindlegap trembled with hurt and turned away. "Fine. Suit yourself, Longwhisker. Just don't get that rascal near me, in fact, don't let me see her." Longwhisker's eyes narrowed angrily now.
"You must feed her! She was just born!"
"That's why I hate her." Brindlegap murmured. "Chew some prey up into a polituce and feed it to her. I don't care even Starclan orders me!" a paw swatted at Dirtkit, causing her to tumble onto a small sharp, prick that went into her back.
Longwhisker, she thinks, picked her up gently and whispered through fur, "I am so so sorry, Dirtkit…." he paused before saying Dirtkit. "Since you are my kit, I'll name you Featherkit. I wan't you to float around, happy and wise. Don't be like your mother. Ever."
Featherkit looked up at him. "He is my father, then Brindlegap is my mother." she thought. "It's alright! I will be the best cat you ever known!" the white she-cat purred, but in between words, she coughed and hacked.
Her chest felt like it was missing. Numbness stretched her muscles as they went limp. She tried hard to breathe, wracking herself, swining from her father's jaws. "Help…" she coughed, seeing to talk, but it makes it more horrible. She couldn't breathe! "Help! Anyone!" she thought/wailed.
Darkness engulfed her, still finding it hard to breathe. Trying to gasp for air, a sudden light shone at the top of her eyesight, and then a shape of a paw appeared.
"Don't die.."
"Don't die."
"We don't need you. Stay.."
"Don't die."
Featherkit looked up, and saw nothing, but a pitch-black den. "Great Starclan! That kit is cursed!" cried, much more mockingly as the voice of an tom snickered.
"Yea! Featherkit is too good of a name for her. Dirtkit is what she needs to be called!" Featherkit looked towards the light and saw two cats giggling mockingly. She stepped out, still gasping for large amounts of air and looked at the two cats. They were huge, at least. One of them had a bright yellow pelt with green eyes and the other, a brown tabby with green eyes.
"Leave me alone!" she nearly screamed, gasping for breath afterwards. Featherkit couldn't believe it. She couldn't even control her own voice?
The brown tabby sneered. "Ah, poor little kit, who can't even breathe! Well too bad! You are cursed, the unlucky one. Nobody likes you, nobody cares." The other cat's eyes lifted a spark of affection, but it must be an illusion because his expression was still full in mockery.
"Please!" She wailed pleadingly.
As crowds of cats looked towards their way, she felt the hot glares digging into her pelt. She felt ashamed, betrayed, and lost. "It's all on my own now. Beat it. There is nothing I could do. Everyone hates me, a kit." Featherkit shrunk down as she thought.
"Will I have to live alone? Could I just.. Leave? I'm so sorry, Longwhisker. I don't know what to do…" she whispered and pushed the two large cats out of the way as she sprinted towards the wall, wanting to stop breathing, for sure. Instead, thorns tugged in her pelt as she bursted into a place full of dense forest. "Where am I?" she thought once again. But no matter what, she wanted to leave, run far away even. After a while of thinking, she realized, she was only a day old. Featherkit was the first to open her eyes and it was too early. Her seses was sharp, but also dull.
She began to run, run as far as she can, in a direction she doesn't know. With nobody to rely on, she was alone, all alone in the dark undergrowth all alone…
But then, she realized, it wasn't her voice that was whispering, but the trees and…. cats around her.
"Go on.. There is no one here for you, all alone, cursed one."
"Come to us, you will have friends, slaves even."
"Go.."
"Come to us, follow the sun and past the forest into large dens, we will be waiting for you there, friend."
"Come."
Featherkit shook her head. Tears dried up as she started to slow down. She was. Crying. Crying for how long, crying for how hard, but she was crying. After a while after all of her clan mates said, it seemed like no time passed until she reached to a place, full of dens and disgusting smells. "Welcome."
"Welcome."
"Hi."
"You are the one."
"We have found the one. The one that they have reached my dreams!"
"It's it."
"We have found our true Bloodclan member."