Prologue
The gray she-cat watched as her kits played with each other, pouncing on each other, playing hide-and-seek. She couldn't help but let of a purr in joy and amusement. Watching her kits played made her think of the times her and her brother played similar games like this.
She watched her oldest son crouch down and quietly crept forward to his sister who was underneath a blanket on the floor. He pounced on her when he was close enough, knocking over his brother, who was sitting out, watching them.
"Got you, Flower," her son giggled as the siblings laughed.
The she-cat rushed over to her youngest son, who was the runt of the litter.
"A-are you okay, Coal?" she asked.
Her son looked at her, his pale blue eyes felt like they were piercing through her heart. She had never been comfortable around her youngest son. His black pelt, his blue eyes, his voice…They reminded her too much about him.
"Yeah, I guess," he muttered. She nodded her head, looking at him like she never wanted him.
'What am I thinking? He's my son! He's nothing like that…that savage!' she thought.
She shook her head and looked over to her oldest son and daughter who were play-fighting.
"Flower! Matthew! Come here now," she ordered. The two siblings came over to her.
"Yes mom?" asked Matthew.
"You know better than to treat your brother like that," she scolded. She felt like her mother, who always scolded her and her brother for bullying and teasing her other brother.
"But mom," Flower complained. "He's too weak and he's no fun to play with."
The she-cats pelt bristled in anger and annoyance. "I don't care! He's your brother! You should treat him better. Trust me when I say that if treat him like this now, it'll come back and bite you on the tail. Do you understand?" the she-cat hissed.
Flower and Matthew looked down at their paws, not use to hearing their mother so angry. "Yes mom," they both murmured in unison.
The she-cat began to calm down. 'I can't treat Coal better than Flower or Matthew…but I can't let Flower and Matthew bully him either or else he might turn out like his uncle,' the gray queen thought.
"Anyway, it's time to go to bed you three. It's getting late," she said.
She could hear Flower and Matthew moan. "Do we have to mom," Matthew complained.
"We're not tired. Can't you let us stay up a little bit longer?" Flower moaned.
"Now kits, if I let you stay up, you'll both be cranky tomorrow and when you get cranky, I get cranky," the she-cat said.
She picked up Matthew and put him in the basket where they slept and gently placed him in there and went back to get Flower and did the same.
When she went to get Coal, she saw him gazing at the window. "Coal, it's time for bed," she mewed.
Coal didn't budge. "Mom," he said, not taking his attention off the window, "Do you know what's out there? Outside from our home?"
The queen gave her son a lick. "You'll see the outside world soon," she reassured as she picked him up by the scuff of his neck and placed him in the basket with his littermates.
'He's curious and he's already starting to become adventurous…Just like his uncle. No, he won't turn out like him. Coal has a good heart, unlike that monster,' the gray she-catthought and settled herself down and drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Yeah…So Read and Review and I don't own Warriors