Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or make any money off of this. This is just for fun. All rights to Erin Hunter and the Hunter Family.
Chapter one
Peachfur sits, licking her kits' fur clear of blood. There is three- one with silver fur and black ocelot spots, the runt by at least three tooth-lengths; one with a pure white coat, middle sized; the other a tan color with tan ocelot spots and one black ear, the largest. The grey one is female, the tan one is male, and the white one a female.
Birchclaw, a tan tom cat, stumbles in and stares at Peachfur. Although he is not the kit's father, he is Peachfur's father. Their father is an ocicat hybrid named Spot, who lives just beyond TwolegPlace and hunts near Thunderclan.
"What genders are they?" Birchclaw meows in a scratchy tone. The large tom flicks his tail at the three kits.
Peachfur glares at him, hissing, "Male and two females. The grey one is Silverkit, the white one is Owlkit, and the tan one is-"
"I will name him. He is Cougarkit." Silverkit meows at her mother, wanting milk. Peachfur guides Silverkit to her stomach. Cougarkit crawls to Peachfur and bats her swollen belly with one tiny paw. "See? He will be a great warrior." Birchclaw pads out if the nursery, tail held high.
"What will I do with him?" Silverkit meows in response to her mother. Cougarkit sits, dumbfounded. Peachfur nudges Owlkit with her tail, but Owlkit doesn't move. Silverkit has stopped suckling and is sleeping near Owlkit, but Peachfur's tail has woken her. Silverkit meows in Owlkit's ear, but still Owlkit doen't respond.
"Windstripe! My kit! Help!" Windstripe appears at her side, shaking his head sadly. "She was born dead, Peachfur. I'm sorry."
"You won't beat me this time, Silverkit!" Cougarkit yells at me. "I'll give you a head start! Remember, all the way around Thunderclan camp and back here!" I yell.
Cougarkit takes off, claws pounding the ground. 1..2..3.. I speed after him. He's already panting heavily, what a fool! I sniff the air as I fly past him. He yowls and almost hits Nightpaw, who is leaving with the camp medicine cat, Windstripe. I duck under Nightpaw's stomach and race on.
I stop on a dime at the camp entrance, not even panting. Cougarkit arrives a short time later, panting heavily.
"Silverkit! Cougarkit! I've got two juicy voles for you!" Peachfur calls. I gag, voles are not my favorite. Cougarkit tears off towards the nursery, not panting anymore! I reluctantly follow.
"Hey! RUNT!" I snap my head up. Even though I technically am not the runt anymore, I don't take 'runt' lightly.
Boulderkit, Mountainkit, and Pinekit jeer at me. "Ah, my favorite tormentors. Back for some more?" I ask. Last time I...attempted to attack them and failed. Horribly. But that was a moon ago, I'm larger and stronger now. Right?
"No, we're not, runt." Boulderkit, who leads his 'posse,' meows. I grimace. They laugh at me. "Do we make you uncomfortable, Runtkit?" I grind my teeth but hold my tongue, sitting down on the grass. Boulderkit lunges at me.
Dogding, I scratch his side with my needle-like kitten claws. Mountainkit jumps at me, with Pinekit following suit. They corner me.
"Gotcha now." Mountainkit sneers. Pinekit leaps on my back and digs his claws into my side. I hear a cat approaching around the corner. "Mountainkit, Pinekit, let's go." orders Boulderkit. After they retreat, I lick the tiny holes in my back. Nothing is serious, but Peachfur still might notice. I make my way to the nursery.
That was the day the badger broke into the camp.