"What is that thing?" a voice hissed. "That is not my son. I am not okay with letting that…. Monster into our family! Get rid of it immediately, Birdtalon."
"I cannot do that, Duskstar." A deeper voice mewed.
"Well, why not?" The other Tom, Duskstar, hissed.
"For one," Birdtalon mewed calmly. "I am a medicine cat, so I am not subject to your demands. Second, this kit has a great future ahead of him."
Duskstar mocked Birdtalon. "Great future in the Place of No Stars! Swallowtail, what do you think?"
A groggy female voice replied. "Duskstar… I just kitted…. Can't this wait till… tomorrow…?"
With a frustrated growl, paw steps shuffled around. "Because of you," Duskstar growled. "I need to live with this freak show."
"Now now, Duskstar." Birdtalon growled. "Don't go blaming me for your horrible gene pool."
Duskstar let out a roar of Ragland sliced a claw down a kits face. The kit's face that he was talking about.
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Stormkit jolted awake, crying out in pain as the memory tore through his dreams once more. The little kit quakes in fear, curling up in his forever empty nest.
"Shut up, you stupid kit!" a venomous voice hissed. Stormkit pressed himself smaller as the face of a pretty calico she cat appeared over the edge of his nest. "Just what do you think you're doing? Starclan! What are you even doing here, in my nest, instead of the beautiful kits promised to me?"
"I-I'm sorry, Swallowtail." Stormkit mewed shakily.
"Don't you 'I'm sorry, Swallowtail' me, ya pathetic scrap! Get out of my nest and leave this den. It's about time you did that."
"But you always told me to n-"
"GET OUT!" Swallowtail roared.
Stormkit dashed out of the den, tail streaming behind him as he ran away on his three paws. He bust through the nursery entrance and into the open air of Riverclan camp, where all the cats turned around to look at him.
"Hey, look! The ugly scrap is out! Hey Uglykit!"
"Isn't he Swallowtail's and Duskstar's kit?"
"Yeah."
"Tsk Tsk. What a shame. They had so much potential in creating a lovely kit. And instead they got… that."
Stormkit cowered down, trying to cover his ears to block out the sounds of cats judging him. It's too much! He screamed inwardly. Make it all stop!
"Well, I think that you look just fine." A she-cat mewed next to him.
Stormkit lifted his paws. "W-what?"
The she-cat snorted. "You heard me. I said that I think you look good just the way you are. I'm Firekit, by the way."
Stormkit looked up at Firekit and his breath caught in his throat. A lithe black she-kit stood in front of him, eyes orange as the pelt of the tabby elder sitting in the corner of camp. "I-I'm Stormkit." He stuttered.
Firekit nodded. "I know."
"How do You know what I look like?" Stormkit asked, before realizing his question was stupid.
Firekit looked at Stormkit. "Do you not know what you look like?" The young tom shook his head. "Come. I'll show you where you can see."
Hesitantly, the unknowing kit followed Firekit to where water reflected the sky. "What is this?" he asked.
"A puddle. You can see what you look like now. Go on. Do it."
Stormkit leaned over and looked into the puddle, immediately wanting to look away. Unlike most cats, the kit didn't have any ears. His face had a long jagged scar running down it, and he looked like the mutt of all cats. His fur was an icky mottled brown, with bursts of black spots on it. His eyes were different colors, one green, and the other pitch black.
Stormkit recoiled from his reflection and sat down, stunned. "I…. I'm…. I'm hideous."
"Hey! Don't say that!" Firekit growled. "You aren't hideous. You're just… different from everybody else. And different is good, no matter what they say."
"Different…?" Stormkit repeated, still not convinced that that was what he was and not hideous.
Firekit nodded. "Uh-huh. Now come on. Get up. Let me show you around camp, Stormkit."
END OF SCENE! What do you all think? Was it good?