Here's another Warriors Challenge Forum story. This is for the 'I Was Trained For This' challenge. This is my first one named after the challenge, too!
As A Kit…
The tall ginger she-kit dashed after the older she-cat, paws sending puffs of dirt up with every step. Despite being one so young, her tabby pelt rippled with muscle with every movement. Her pure blue eyes were narrowed slightly as, suddenly, she bunched her muscles for a moment and jumped on the dark brown tabby's back, squeaking, "I got ya, Briarthorn!"
The young ThunderClan warrior laughed at the young kit and glanced over her shoulder, her often-venomous green eyes softening as she looked at the kit. "Yes you did, Sparkkit. You did very good this session."
Sparkkit grinned at the tabby, thinking about how such good friends they were. And how they'd be friends forever. But she was young; she was naïve. She didn't know this was all an act, just to get her trust. She was too ignorant to realize this.
That was why Briarthorn was getting so close to the young kit now. To gain her trust.
Sparkkit proudly told her siblings about her day with Briarthorn, white-tipped tail curled neatly around her paws. However, the two didn't seem to care. Thrushkit – a brown tom-kit with a flash of white on his forehead, underbelly, and tailtip – was half-asleep from Sparkkit's 'story'. He was tired of her bragging about all the moves Briarthorn taught her. Meanwhile, Thrushkit's twin, Sparrowkit, rolled his bright green eyes in exasperation and continued putting his latest prank into action. Now Sparkkit's portion of the nest was covered in burrs, and their mother, Brownfeather, was too busy 'praising' Sparkkit to notice.
Just then, the three kits' father, a black-and-white tom named Patchclaw, came in, dropping a couple of mice by Sparkkit and Thrushkit. Smelling the fresh-kill, the three kits dashed at it. But Sparkkit was rudely shoved away and her brothers each got oe mouse, leaving the long-legged she-kit with nothing. But her father didn't notice. He had his fur brushing against his mate's dark brown one, tails twining together and similar green eyes meeting lovingly. The pair rarely noticed the fact that Sparkkit was left out of everything. Her brothers never let her play games with them, or anything fun like that! They always pulled pranks on her and were always mean to her. She was almost numb to their bullying. She had always been the odd one out, anyways. She looked most like her grandfather, former leader of ThunderClan Sparkstar, for whom she'd been named after. But it seemed no cat cared.
Sparkkit waiting for her parents to notice that she had no fresh-kill, but now their attention was on their twin sons, completely ignoring their lone daughter. So she got to her paws and, heading towards the nursery entrance, left. Almost instantly came Briarthorn, asking soothingly, "What's the matter, Sparkkit?"
With a small sniff the she-kit replied, "My daddy brought me and my brothers two mice to eat, but my brothers took both of them, and then mommy and daddy ignored me to watch them…"
"Oh, you poor thing. You can share some fresh-kill with me if you want," Briarthorn offered.
"Really?"
Briarthorn just nodded her head, leading the kit towards the fresh-kill pile, where she picked out a plump vole for the pair to share. A couple of cats flicked their ears in acknoledgement to the warrior, but most ignored Briarthorn.
"Why aren't any of the other warriors talking to you, or at least saying hello, Briarthorn?" Sparkkit asked in confusion.
"In that way, I'm a bit like you," the she-cat replied. "Not many cats pay attention to me."
Sparkkit was about to say something, but thinking of nothing, she fell silent. Briarthorn, sensing the kit's discomfort, said, "Come on, let's forget about everyone else for now. Let's enjoy the fact we have eachother."
"Okay, Briarthorn…"