A/N: This is set in NightClan. Read Rebellion to understand it fully.
Look, no one asks to be a runt.
Not a runt, not hideous, not filled with the desire to kill. No one asks for those things.
But I can't accept that my daughters are beautiful, with their jet-black fur and their long tails-their eyes aren't open yet. But they're runts. I can't ignore that.
I just can't love them like the others. Like Stonekit, the broad-shouldered gray tom. Like Rubykit, the lovely red she-cat with long legs.
I haven't even named them yet.
My mate, Risingheart, tells me to kill them.
They were born in the same instant. Right after Stonekit, right before Rubykit.
I finally decide to name the identical she-kits Obsidiankit. and Ebonykit. I didn't care that their names were long and a mouthful. I didn't care that I was willing to let them starve. Just to get the two, tiny, fragile, black she-cats.
When they open their eyes, they are both a deep amber. The color was similar to gold.