I opened my eyes looking up at my mother, Night, she was sleeping soundly, her flank rising up and down with my brother and I curled up closed to her. Our mother was the best, our father abandoned us when we were only kits after our two older siblings died but my brother and I survived. Yet we weren't enough for him so he took off and left mother to look after us. I'm Snow and my brother is Tail we both have white fur because we're white cats and live in the icy parts, at least during leaf-bare. I started to move away from my mother I got to my paws and looked around the den. It was bright and the sun infiltrated the sky causing the ice to sparkle. Tail began yawning and getting up from his slumber. Once fully awake he rushed past me and gazed out into the distance.
He's excited to go to the land. Every year the ice melts; at least that's what our mother tells us, I was born on the ice and I'm five moons so I've never seen anything but the ice. The ice is all I know. Mother says that land has snow that's brown and sticks to our paws and whiskers from the ground that are green I've never seen green but I think it's like white.
"Snow, Tail come on I'm going hunting." I heard mother call and she unfurled herself and got to her paws.
"I'm coming!" I heard my brother shout ", I'm going to catch a salmon and eat it whole." He boasted puffing his small chest out.
"No, you're both going to learn how to fish before we go to land." she said firmly looking at Tail disapprovingly.
One time mother caught us a fish, it was big, fat and juicy. Tail and I were ready to eat it then this big cat came to take it Tail had hissed at him and said it was our catch then the big cat attacked Tail clawing his side until mother clawed his eyes for harming her kit. Tail still has that scar, a streak of pink on his white flank. The big cat had hissed at our mother, said that we were old enough to take care of ourselves, that prey had become harder to find, this will be our last day on the ice before we went to land. Once mother caught the fish we began to travel.
"Mama, can we rest I feel dizzy, my paws hurt, I want food!" My brother started wailing.
"No you don't, your five moons old, almost six, by then you should be old enough to take care of yourself, but you can't because you rely on me to look after you." She snarled at him and he started whimpering. "But, we may rest here for the night." She said we both cuddled close to her tired under the stars.
I woke up and padded out of my basket looking at my mother Fluffy she had black fur on her back and white paws and underbelly. Laying next to our housefolk, my father, King was in the corner growling he used to live in the forest before he came here and he hated it here. He spent a large amount of his time lying down and glaring claws at anyone who dared to disturb him. I looked for Yeti, my best friend, he was about six moons older than me but we got along fine.
It was feeding time the housefolk gave us a bowl of food my father calls it kittypet slop but eats it nonetheless. I understood why he called it slop I didn't like it I preferred the fruit we got sometimes, the thought of delicious blueberries yum.
"Hey, Luna let's go ask Sylvester to tell us a story. " Yeti called rushing over to me, he looked a bit like me but had a splash of white fur on his chest. Unlike the others I have pure black fur. Father says it's because I have forest blood, kittypets don't have full black fur unless they have forest blood.
Yeti and I went to Sylvester who was laying down weakly, he was the oldest cat here about 96 moons he knows a bit about the wild.
"Sylvester can you tell us a story." Asked Yeti politely.
"The Firestar one! "I added bouncing on my paws.
"Fine, Firestar at the time Rusty was a kittypet like you he had orange fur like fire. He went to the forest one day and joined a clan called Thunderclan. He was then made an apprentice called Firepaw. Then a warrior Fireheart and he saved his clan from an evil cat called Tigerclaw. He was banished and joined Shadowclan and became Tigerstar and joined with Bloodclan then he was killed and Fireheart then Firestar killed the evil cat I believe his name was scar or courage, I forget."
I loved Firestar, he was awesome, a hero, I wanted to be just like him and save a clan and the forest.
"Nonsense there are no clans and definitely no cat called Firestar, kittypets don't survive when the go in the forest, " King spat at us
"Now go and sleep or unless you -"he yelled at us, we didn't hear the last of what he had said since we had bounded off. All I wanted to do is to go to the forest.
I woke up grumpy again, cursing everything and everyone. Our clan is stupid around this time they split up and live with their kin but we only live with our mother because our stupid father died, my parents had lots of other kits before us who died, by us I mean my brother Dustkit and I. Unlike Dustkit I'm strong and five moons soon we go to the Great Cat lake and reunited with our clan. Dustkit was always sick and it was just us too I didn't have any other brothers to play fight with I would never learn how. If I meet other cats my age, there's no way I'll be able to keep up! Mother ignores me probably because I'm not Dustkit, plain old Bramblekit, isn't important.
I just want to leave this place and go back to the clans. There's little food here and next to nowhere to sleep. And the food we do find is terrible food, we eat things like seeds and grass. Cats should be hunting and looking after territory, munching and crunching on delicious fresh-kill. I bet other cats my age are enjoying such delicacies so why am I not.
I know exactly why my mother doesn't care if I become useless to our clan, Dustkit is the only thing that occupies her mind. Not like I care, I can survive by myself I'm not a kit.
I walked outside of the den and glared up and the sun. It was too bright and not hot enough to melt all this wet, slippery terrible snow. Which was just gloried water by this point. I found a moss ball and decided to use it for practice. I deserve to have some fun before Dustkit day begins.