A yellow and white spotted kit rose from the ground.
She yawned and thought. Why had my mother been exiled from SkyClan?
She thought about her name, "Fruitkit."
I don't know why I got my name, but I need to survive, and that's it. I need to find the Clans.
StarClan had visited her in her dreams. She was told that she must find the Clans, but doubted herself. How could a five moon old kit survive in the midst of an almost endless amount of Thunderpaths and Twoleg nests? How would she even hunt prey? The thoughts of these grim and dreadful ideas swirled around her mind.
She walked towards some Twoleg stuff, tearing it open. She bit into what appeared to be a thick twig. However, the supposed twig was edible, and oddly enough, delicious. She took another bite and eventually, ate it all up. She had to eat anything from the Twolegs that was edible because of the lack of prey and poor hunting skills. If she did not, she would most certainly starve to death.
A monster zoomed past her on the Thunderpath. She jumped. How could I live like this forever? Help me StarClan, please. The kit saw an opening in a wall made out of Twoleg stuff.
She crawled through.
She had made a terrible mistake, as there was a dog right infront of her.
StarClan help me!
She darted off, trying to outrun the dog. She managed to jump onto the side of a Twoleg nest and onto the wall made of Twoleg stuff, and back onto the nest's wall and lunged towards the top of the wall.
I did it! Yes!
She froze. She smelled a kittypet!