Fire Hidden In One ~

My name is Leopardkit, nobody likes me, well, not right now anyway, people don't normally say my name, or even talk to me in that matter- it's just because I don't like people. So they don't like me, simple easy, end of story. Correct?

The moon shone high in the sky, the older cats were at the gathering, and the camp was filled nothing but my mouse-brained den-mates, I've always dreamed of going to the gathering, meeting the cats of the other Clans, getting to talk with the senior warriors of other Clans. Be a lot better then being trapped in camp with nothing but scared cats.

I looked around the camp, the few cats left were talking to each other near the entrance of camp, sneaking out to watch the gathering was clearly not an option, my littermate Volekit was playing with the other kits, like always, but every cat hated me, no doubt about it, I could tell, even though I would constantly be told that I was an equal compared to Volekit, I know they were just cold- stupid lies.

A mossball ran pass me, I hated mossballs, I didn't desire to help anyone who wanted me to pass it back, I just gave the other kits a cold glance then walked away, not like it would've surprised them, they knew not to mess with me, the hole Clan knew I was grumpy, and the only cat who wasn't afraid to lie about it was Journeyscar, I keep on dropping hints to Featherstar, I wanted Journeyscar to be my mentor.

As I took another glance at the warriors still in camp I noticed that most of the warriors were senior, that was odd, the younger warriors were normally the one forced to stay at camp- the apprentices, why were the older, wiser warriors still in camp? For sure they had to care for their apprentices, it made no sense.

But questions were made for the stupid, and the curious, no, I wasn't one to ask questions, I was the one that got questioned! I didn't care about what happened in the Clan, no that was Featherstar's concern, not a simple 5-moon-old kit's problem. I couldn't care less what was going on in the Clan.

Noticing there really wasn't anything to do I went back into the nursery, and found a nice comfortable nest for me to lie in, I never stayed in one- Volekit and my mother, Gorgeleap had their own nest, but I hadn't slept in it for two moons- I much rather be alone, it felt better to have my own space.

I took me forever to fall asleep- no bother to say what happened then, let's just say my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep, short, but what else could I make up?

I do not own Warriors, it belongs to Erin Hunter and Harper Collins.

So to explain it, this is semi-based off true life things, and some from books I read, this will be a awesome fan-fiction to write, why? Because come on! It'll be like a fantasy diary-thingy-really-not-a-diary-at-all-thing real word ;) Anyway, feel free to point out the bad and the good, because I need to know what to keep and what to get rid of.