DISCLAIMER
If I was Erin Hunter, do you really think that I'd be writing fanfiction? Well, I wouldn't. So, that means I don't own warriors!
My name is Shortkit, and this is my story.
I was born into a liter of five other kits. Three she-cats and two toms. My siblings were Snakekit, Stormkit, Spiritkit and Silentkit. Snakekit was the fighter. He was fast and quick-witted. Stormkit was a ferocious hunter, with a temper to match. Silentkit was the beauty, delicate and gracefull. Spiritkit had unbeleivable intelligence, logic and wisdom. Me? I was just plain old Shortkit, the runt of the litter.
We were found in the forest one day. Not all at once, of course. Spiritkit and Snakekit were attempting to protect Silentkit from a badger. Stormkit was off somewhere else, probably attempting to hunt. I was cowwering up in a tree. That I later fell from. You see, I wasn't smart, or gracefull, a good hunter or even a decent fighter. In fact, I was the opposite.
When Tigerstripe, our addoptive mother, found us, she didn't notice me at first. I gusee that plain brown fur kinda blends in with the dirt. She payed more attetion to Snakekit, who had nothing but a shoulder wound. She had to go back to get me after Spiritkit ended up mentioning me. I spent most of life in the medicine cats' den, fighting assorted infections. I rarely had any visitors.
I remember hearing whispers of a prophecy, apparently surrounding us. It mentioned a beauty, a fighter, a hunter and a cat of great intelligence. Thats' four out of a possible five. I guess that left me out. Then again, by the time I knew, I already was used to being the one left on the sidelines.
That was before I was about to be made an apprentice. Everybody knew that Shadowfoot, the medicine cat, would take Spiritkit. Snakekit would be apprenticed by the leader, Icestar, and Stormkit by the deputy, Longclaw. Silentkit would get Rosefur, one of the prettiest cats in the Clan. Nobody cared to ask about me.
The night before our apprentice ceremonies, we were taken by the nursery. Words of the prophecy had spread, but they only took me because they didn't know who it was that was mentioned. I fainted when I accidentaly was banged against a tree. When I awoke, we were in a small cave, proably underground. I could hear batteling outside of the hole. Snakekit was trying to protect the rest of us. Or, should I say, Spiritkit Stormkit and Silentkit. I was huddeled at the back.
That's when it happened. I saw a paw darting into the hole. It was Tigerstripes'! I was so glad she was here! But there was still fighting. I heard some sort of a cracking, and then a screech. The hole had collapsed, and I was stuck on the other side. Silentkits' tail had been caught in the falling stones, as that was what the hole was made out of. Nobody thought to check the other side for me. Nobody cared. I died within the day from cuts and what was apparently blood loss.
It wasn't the fact that was dead that got me. It wasn't the fact that nobody cared about me, either. It was how Stormkit and Snakekit protected me, even though I wasn't important. It was how Spiritkit always shared her mouse with me, even though it never was much. It was how Silentkit told Tigerstripe to go back for me. Most of all, it was that I didn't get to say good bye. And never will.
That was a long time ago. Now, I hunt with Starclan. There, I am accepted. Plenty of cats there weren't important, and now I have friends. I've watched my siblings go from kits to warriors. Now, they are Snakestar, a loved leader, Stormclaw, a strong deputy, Spiritfrost, a powerfull medicine cat, and Silentrain, the most beautiful cat in the Clan. They have fuffiled their prophecy, and are growing old. I will be waiting for them. Who needs to say good bye, when you will eventualy get to say hello again? Not me.