Mosspath: I am getting really bad writers block at the mo, so I've decided I'm gonna have ago at some one-shots. I'm a fan of Jayfeather, so I'm gonna do one about his kit hood. Please give me your ideas of what you want me do,as like I said, I'm bad with ideas.

Disclaimer: I do not own warriors, or its characters, and I am not Erin Hunter.

So, here I go...

Jayfeather

A dark kithood

I was born in a world of darkness. But life was fine as a kit. My siblings and the other kits in the nursery ignored the fact, and we all got along together well, playing odd games that even a blind cat would find simple. They never mentioned my difference, and that was the way I liked it. We would through around small fresh kill, pretending we were hunting it, and then hiding from daisy when we disturbed her or the kits too much.

One time, Lionkit had grabbed a small vole. It was late green leaf, and prey was plenty. He started throwing it about, and Hollykit had leapt up and grabbed it of him, shocking him, and I sensed the surprise and shock wash off of him. I did this often, feeling my clanmates feelings. I thought it only natural, and all littermates sensed something. I never would have guessed how unique and different I was. He laughed in surprise and slight annoyance. I decided to join in. I stood still, and heard their movements and breathing, their hurried breath and the thudding of the vole. Then, I leapt. I grabbed it in my jaws, and Lionkit and Hollykit seemed shocked, and I knew why. I think this is where my anger really began to start.

"what?!" I had exclaimed in annoyance. After that, we got on with it. We threw around the poor vole. I felt it getting hot and sticky in my jaws, and I decided we should stop and actually eat it. The other two agreed. We sank our jaws into the soft flesh. We were outside in the sun. Somehow, freshkill seemed to taste nicer outside the nursery and enjoyed the soft flesh give way under our teeth. "next time, lets eat before we play with our food!" I knew it sounded odd, but the others agreed, the flesh was a bit soggy, but it was nice, and we ate it.

But soon, life in the nursery and camp began to get boring. At 5 moons old we became restless, and felt useless. But we enjoyed the easy life. We enjoyed listening Firestar talk to the clan, and we thought of our pride we would feel when it was our time. My favourite was when Honeykit, Berrykit and Mousekit became 'paws' and I knew our time would come soon. Hollykit began to like the idea of hunting and fighting boring. She wanted to become a medicine cat and help her clan in other ways. Lionkit and I tried to hide our sniggers, what could be better than the life of a warrior. I longed to be a warrior, fighting my clans battles, hunting for my clan, and being the best I could. So, that's why we decided to leave the camp and explore.

I remember our first time out of ThunderClan camp. We didn't wait for our apprenticeship like most cats, but instead, we decided to go hunt the foxes that were living in ThunderClan territory. We were getting bored of listening to Brambleclaw and the other noble warriors going on about the foxes that were living in our territory. They needed to do something. And we were determined. If they didn't, we would!

It seemed like a good idea at first. We were young, agile, imaginative; and naïve. We crept out of camp through the dirtplace tunnel, which was to become our usual exit point. I remember how the the scent made my nose almost hurt, and put my senses on full alert. We got far, undisturbed, and the idea became more and more exciting in our minds, until we actually got there, and decided to go down. We had found the hole easily, and the whole area near by reeked of fox scent. We slipped down into the scuffled hole, only to discover that there were more fox cubs in there than we realized.

I don't really remember what happened, as it was a blur. We rushed out of the fox burrow at top speed. I didn't need to see it to know that it was angry, and wanted to grab me, and hurt me. I could smell its maddened scent, and hear its growl rolling in its throat, and sense the hate and sense of fun it was having. I rushed through the undergrowth, the wild thorns tugging at my fur, but it wasn't like the nursery with its satisfying gentle tug at the fur, or the firm grip the camp entrance had on your fur as you padded through it. These brambles seemed to be as angry as the fox cub snapping at my feet, wanting to hurt me, and make sure I didn't get away.

Only, this was only a game to the fox cub, like our game with throwing around the fresh-kill, only, this fox cub was going to catch me, and play with me before killing me. But that was if were to catch me, and I was determined it wouldn't. My legs ached, and I longed to stop and rest, but knew that I couldn't. I could try to climb, but how would I find the right tree and not get caught in the brambles. I could hide in the thick undergrowth, but although this was only a game to the cub, it would stop at nothing to catch me. So, I kept running, my legs were going to give way, and pain seared through me.

Before I knew what had happened, the undergrowth thinned at the ground fell away from me. And I fell, fast. My head was spinning. It didn't really hurt as it happened. The pain was gone in an instance, and I felt something odd I'd never felt or want to feel again. I forgot about everything. Life, my siblings, the foxes, the trouble my siblings and I would get into. I wasn't sure what had happened, and at the moment I didn't care, I just wanted to feel the peace as long as I could, but only after did I realize what had happened.

I woke up, the scent of herbs floating around my head. I blinked my eyes open, and obviously not expecting to see anything though. Like immediately after my fall, I felt fine. I sat up, but suddenly giddiness washed over me. I felt a stabbing pain all over me, and wanted that peace and nice feelig back. I heard a cat padding in, Leafpool. She was a respected cat, but never did I dream that I would be 'seeing' her everyday. I must be in ThunderClan medicine cat den. I then realized later how slow I was.

"Are you ok Jaykit?" The medicine cats voice was full of worry, and tender care. I nodded, although my head throbbed, and the rest of my body felt like I was lying on a bed of thorns. I didn't want her to feel I was weak! I knew why there was that tender hint in her voice! She was worried that I was badly hurt because she thought I was weaker than my siblings and everyone else. Just because I was blind. My anger really did come from my kit hood. But I would never change, not even if I wanted to. I lay back down on the stale moss bed I was lying on. It was warm, but my scent on the soft moss was musky, and I guessed that I must have been sleeping on it for a long time.

I was sick of the medicine cat den and the rancid taste if the herbs I was forced to eat. My siblings were also in the den with me, but they got better soon. Just a few scrapes and scratches. Squirrelflight came in several time, her face full of fear. I felt like leaping up and shouting in the faces, ' I am fine!' but it wasn't just Squirrelflight that was annoying me, Leafpool as first seemed to worried, and fretted way too much for my liking. But I was so relieved when I was allowed to leave the medicine cat den, and the pain finally disappeared. Yet, my troubles weren't over.

Hollykit, Lionkit and I were confined in the nursery for an extra moon, only being allowed to leave when we had the permission of Daisy. This was a drag, not only because time seemed to past so slowly. There wasn't much for us to do, and out kittish games became boring. We didn't want to throw around pieces of prey any more, we wanted to hunt it, and swiftly slit our claws through its soft flesh, and proudly carry it back into camp. Hollykit longed to be back in the medicine cat den though Lionkit and I were so happy to be out. We still longed to be out in the wilderness though.

Finally, the day came, and we knew it. Our apprenticeship! We had waited many moons for it. But, now it had come. We had rushed to the clearing, out fur all smooth and glossy from Squirrelflight licking us thoroughly. Excitement surged through me. Who would my mentor be? Sorreltail? She was strong cat, and had made the journey and was strong. Or maybe Ashfur? He seemed a noble tom, and helped fight many battles. He may be senior, but he did have plenty of experience. These thoughts wizzed through my mind. Who would my mentor be? I guessed Hollykit would be with Leafpool. She had been hanging around her an annoying wasp whenever she could, which was often as Daisy didn't mind her going to the medicine cat den.

I felt the same thoughts wizz through Lionkit, and the excitement through both. Firestar's voice rang out through the clearing, and the cats of ThunderClan all slowly appeared, eager to see what would happen. But I could feel uncertainty coming from the ever growing crowd. They knew Hollykit's ambition to be medicine cat and were fine with that, and knew that Lionkit and I longed to be warriors. I knew the stares were at me. But I held my head high, and annoyed the feeling of their stares boring into the back of my neck. "I gather you all for one of my favourite duties," Firestar announced, his voice ringing out across the camp. "Hollykit, Lionkit and Jaykit have reached their sixth moon."

at this point we stepped a little more forward for everyone to see us. But I heard their mummurs. "So Jaykit's going to become an apprentice." "Is he really able to become a warrior apprentice." Again, I held my head high, Firestar was leader, they couldn't stop me or him.

" They have an adventurous kithood, but I hope they have learnt a valuable lesson, and I believe they are ready to become apprentices."

Yet, the clan mewed in approval. "Lionkit!"

I listened with pride as my brother bounced to the front of the clan. "From this day, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Lionpaw!" I heard Berrypaw start the chant, and listened to the rest of the clan join in. "I ask Star Clan to watch over you and guide you find your paws and the strength of a warrior."

I felt Lionpaw's spirit bounce, and imagined his eyes shining enthusiastically.

"Ashfur!..."

I listened to the ceremony, proud of my littermates, and heard the chanting and chearing of my clanmates calling their new names, and was happy for them. Like we suspected, Hollykit, now paw, was going to become a medicine cat was Leafpool's apprentice. I was so excited and wanted to leap up, and yowl in happiness. I was going to become a warrior. I also felt like screaming at firstar to hurry up, although I knew it wasn't him, but me being impatient and difficult. I longed to hear his voice, clear and sharp. But it didn't come. I stepped up, all the uncertainty swimming around me, suddenly came in, and hit me hard.

"What about me?" I tried and think I succeeded to hide the anger in my voice. But I really didn't think I could hold it in when I heard what I thought were my loyal clanmates voices whisper. "surely he can't become an apprentice!" Whitewing's voice was hushed, but loud enough for it to hurt, but it was soon backed up with more uncertain confused thoughts. "Longtail moved to the elders den when he became blind." Thornclaw murmured.

"He wouldn't be safe out in the forest." Spiderleg put in.

"Poor mite." breathed Sorreltail. But the thoughts and whispers continued, and anger and embarrassment sting me hard. I couldn't hold it in.

"I want to become an apprentice like Lionpaw and Hollypaw!" I spat defiantly, and I sensed my sisters pelt prickle in annoyance at the whispers from the crowd.

"And of course you do, your mentor will be Brightheart."

Anger rushed through me. Brightheart, a one-eyed she-cat when there were so many more able bodied cats in the clan! The anger almost knocked me off my feet, and I wanted to yowl and fall. But my pride held me up, and my defiance made me stand high! I would show them, I deserved better, I wasn't going to give up. I would make them apologise. I would prove myself a worthy warrior, and make them feel sorry!

If only I knew, if only I could have shown them. Now, thinking back to my kithood, I realised how pathetic I must have seemed. But I will carry on, and try to show them even a blind cat, even a blind medicine cat is worth while to a clan. And if only they knew me really, what my siblings had to do, and how much more powerful we were than them, and how we would save the clans. A blind cat would save the clans!

A/N please read and review.

I know the endings really cheesy, and that I've made this desperately long and long winded. Please give me your thoughts and advice. Also, could you give me some one-shots to write. Thanks, I hope you liked it! This is my first one-shots, so please be kind!

Mosspath