Yay! Another Warriors FanFiction! I promise this one will be amazing. I was listening to Some Nights by FUN when it came to me! That's where the title comes from. Alright my lovelies! Enjoy 3
"C'mon, Firekit! We can't play Tigerstar's death without you!" Fernkit squealed as she bounded through the thorn entrance of the nursery, her gray tabby pelt vanishing. After all of her siblings left, Firekit sighed. She lay close to the warm pelt of her mother. The warmth of the nursery comforted Firekit compared to the outside world. Out there in the camp, everyone would cast curious glances down at Firekit as if she was different. Even on her first day out, Firekit noticed the many gazes slicing deep into her scrawny body.
Hearing her siblings squealing with joy outside, Firekit suddenly felt very lonely. At last, she dragged herself onto her wide spread paws and padded into camp. The instant she stepped outside, a heavy body bowled her over. Tiny, sharp claws pricked her skin. "Get off, Sunkit," Firekit screeched at her golden tabby brother. After a few heartbeats, the large kit rolled off with laughter. He instantly turned to the others.
Out of all five kits, Firekit was the smallest and weakest. Maybe that's why the warriors looked at her funny. Shaking her head, Firekit joined her siblings, "You said we were going to play Tigerstar's death?"
"Yeah," Firekit's sister Hollykit worked her paws eagerly, "We need someone to be Firestar!" Firekit rolled her eyes. She hated this game. Every time she was Firestar. Pinekit, a brown tabby, nodded eagerly, "Yup! Who else could be Firestar?"
"But I don't want to be Firestar," Firekit wailed, "Why can't I be Tigerstar?" The other four kits laughed as if they truly thought their sister was being an idiot. Fernkit laughed harder, "You look like Firestar, silly. Why do you think you were named Firekit?"
But I'm not Firestar...
"If you say that, then Hollykit has to be Hollyleaf, and you have to be Ferncloud!"
"No we don't! That's different," Fernkit growled. Firekit bared her thorn sharp teeth, her green eyes sparking with anger, "How is that different?!"
"Because it is!" Sunkit said, frustration edging his voice.
Annoyed hisses and spits reverberated inside Firekit's brain. Is that all she was, a poor remake of the great leader? It couldn't be. Her throat strained to fight back her tears ready to flood down her face. The laughter continued, and for the first time that day, Firekit noticed the stares. Graystripe and Sandstorm were looking down at her with longing in their dull eyes. As Squirrelflight, the ThunderClan deputy, passed by, she casted a surprised look down at her great-niece. Even Bramblestar perched atop the highledge was staring at Firekit with sorrow in his amber gaze.
"QUIT LOOKING AT ME!" Firekit's screech silenced the camp. Even her siblings trembled with horror. Never before had so much rage been inside of a kit's wail. Discomfort sent Firekit's limbs trembling, and she quickly darted into the nursery.
Cinderheart's blue gaze was brimming with concern for her youngest daughter. Wrapping her long tail around Firekit to draw her closer, Cinderheart let out gentle purrs to calm her shaking daughter. "That was quite an outburst," she whispered. Mother and daughter leaned close together. Several heart-beats passed, but to the two she-cats, endless years passed between them. No words were spoken. They let every breath and movement speak for them. Soothing licks fell across Firekit's body, and she finally felt the need to speak, "Mama, why did you have to name me Firekit?"
"You should be honored," Cindheart continued to groom Firekit's ginger pelt. She feels the same way, thought Firekit. Curling up by her mother's stomach, Firekit let out a quiet mewl, "I don't feel honored."
Cinderheart laid her head down on her paws to look Firekit in the eyes, "Firestar was the greatest warrior whoever lived, Firekit. You know that. He risked his life to save not only ThunderClan, but all four even though ThunderClan was often mocked for bring in many non-Clan cats. Firestar was a kitty-pet before he joined ThunderClan. Anyone can become a warrior if they put their heart to it. I know someday, you too will become a great warrior. Many cats will see you for what you choose, not who you're kin is."
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