Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and I was scared, and it was loud, yet silent at the same time. I felt a rush of chills. And I didn't know where I was,
what I was, who I was. I heard very very small, quiet... cooing. Soft voices. The world around me was black. I couldn't see. I couldn't smell. I couldn't hear. The only thing that
I could do. Was feel. I felt warm when I wriggled one way, then cold when I wriggled to the other. I tasted nice, rich, warm, stuff. I felt very sleepy. I curled up by the warm
something and fell asleep.
A few days passed, I could see, hear, smell. I looked up at a black cat. She looked back down at me. Did I know her? There were two cats. One black. One brownish. They
looked at me disapprovingly. "That's unnatural!" One of the cats said. I looked behind me. There wasn't any other cat or prey or berry or bush or anything. Were they talking
about me? "What is?" I asked. "Your pelt. It's white." The brown cat replied. I think he was my father. "So?" I asked. "No kin of yours has had a white pelt. How did you get that
color?" The black cat said. I shrugged. "Does this mean I'm different, from all the other kits?" I asked. "Oh no, dear. You are just like the other kits. But all kits are very unique."
a pale orange tabby she cat said, padding up to us. "Oh. Well, okay." I replied. But deep inside I knew. I knew that I was much different from the other kits. I could feel things
in the ground, hear things in the wind. I felt VERY different. And I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know how to say what I felt. I was just... confused.
Hello. My name is Whitekit. And I. Am very, very different.