Woah, look out, I'm writing a OC and Fanclan Fanfiction, so I warned you!
It was a cool and gusty morning when me and my two brothers were born, my mother Featherstrike, and her mate (my father) Darkclaw, were curled up next to each other trying to keep us warm. I was named Littlekit, I was small, and my paws were as big as my head, I had a sleek white pelt with clumps of red splotches, coming from my mother. My brothers, both looked like my Dad, Echokit, the oldest of us all, was brown with dark black stripes, Mudkit, was the second oldest, and as you would have guessed, he looked almost like Echokit, except for the fact he had not stripes but a part of cream on his tail.
I yawned and mewed continuously for milk, since I was the runt, our leader and medicine cat, Sunstar and Juniperleaf, both thought that I would not make it to the next moon. But in the next days, something happened, Featherstrike ran out of the den, mewling "Littlekit is gone! Littlekit is gone!" My father had took out a searching party, since he was deputy. My mother had to stay here and take care of my brothers, and everything was chaotic.
Darkclaw stood there, staring in the distance, here I was, me, the kit who wouldn't survive till the next moon, standing next to a badger, dead and twice my size. My father hurried up and picked me by the scruff while the others checked the badgers, I was covered in blood, head to paw. That day, Sunstar made a announcement, she and Juniperleaf had discuss the situation, and they had agreed that I had not killed the Badger.
[Time laps of awesomeness till they are 5 moons :P]
"Hurry!" Squealed Mudkit as we slipped down to the fresh kill pile,
"If you don't hurry up you'll get a crow Littlekit!" Taunted Echokit
I raced after them, after all being the smallest wasn't easy, all was good in Valleyclan, the peaceful, windy Clan where I was born. Valleyclan was a clan, windy a plentiful with prey, it had a large plot of mountains and trees, Canyonclan, had mountains, made of stones and rocks, they're pads were made for walking on the stones,. Then, there was Shatterclan, this clan has a long history, said to be started from Lions and Tigers, this clan is noble and powerful, with dense forests and thick leaves, it had the most protection. Then, there was Dawnclan, these cats voices were so small, they were like a mouse, they're territory is mostly birch trees, lakes and birds, but the sun always raises up on they're side, almost like Starclan is favoring them most of all.
"Wait up!" I mewed as I tumbled across the camp and landed paw-first into someone's pelt
"Get off!" The strange cat said as he flicked me off his pelt
"S-sorry Rockpaw…" I dipped my head as Rockpaw glared at me
"You and your silly kit games" He scoffed
"Shut up!" Echokit said bravely, "You think your so powerful, huh? Just wait till I'm a warrior!"
"Like you'll ever become one" Said Rockpaw in a teasing tone
"And its not a game," Mudkit said defensively
"Oh! It's not? But from the ways you acted, it was just like a game!" The tom-cat said in a sarcastic way
"Whatever" I said as I padded away, leaving Mudkit and Echokit behind me