This is a challenge for the forum Nightclan (go check it out!) called different where we need to write a story about a cat (with our cat's prefix for its name) is different from their clan mates in some way. I might continue this, but probably not. TO THE STORY!
"Can I please go outside, momma? Please?" Thistlekit mewed. She had been trapped in the nursery for her whole life, which wasn't very long I guess, with no visitors but the medicine cat, Thornfur. Her mother, a gray tabby with yellow eyes named Stonelight, quickly shook her head and wrapped her tail around the black and grey kit. "Why not!? Darkkit and Rainkit get to go every day!" Stonelight narrowed her eyes and her grip on Thistlekit tightened.
"I have told you a million times, you are not allowed to leave this den until Thornfur says you're healthy." Thistlekit frowned and wriggled out of her mother's grasp. "I am healthy, he hasn't found anything wrong with me and it's been a whole moon!" She whined. Stonelight hesitated for a moment, staring at her kit. "Fine, but…just try not to be seen. " Thistlekit, too excited to care about her mother's warning, ran out of the den she stopped as soon as she exited her den. 'Why is everyone staring at me?' she tried to ignore all the curious, horrified and confused cats around her and padded toward her siblings, they were the only kits in the nursery so they were also the only cats besides Thornfur and her mother she had met .
"Hi guys!" she mewed slightly nervously when she reached her two brothers. Darkkit, her oldest sibling, looked surprised that she was outside but Rainkit just looked exited. "Hi, Thistlekit! Do you want to play moss-ball with us?" "Sure! How do you play?"
As she and her brothers played she couldn't help but notice the growing group watching her and whispering to each other. She stopped next to Darkkit and whispered "why are they staring at me like that? Did I do something wrong?" He looked at her sympathetically and sighed. "Go look at your reflection, it will explain everything." She cautiously padded through the crowd hearing cats whispering as she passed them.
"What's wrong with her?" "Is she even a real cat?" "What's going on-? Oh. My. Starclan, what is that?!" "that poor kit!" Near the edge of camp there was a small puddle from the storm the night before so she walked toward it hesitantly. 'I-I can't be that weird. Can I?' she looked into the puddle, her blue eyes widened. "b-but, that's imposable!" she squeaked, horrified. Her ears flattened, all four of them.
Ta-da! What poor Thistlekit has is four-ear, a rare mutation in cats that causes them to be born with four ears, it doesn't really affect them much, they can't hear any better than other cats, and it doesn't change their life expectancy at all, it just makes them look cute!