Flamekit sat in the nursery, bored. Her brother, Leafkit, showed his mother his hunting crouch.
"Nice job Leafkit, I`m so proud of you! You are so perfect!", cooed Whiteblaze, her mother.
"Can I try?" asked Flamekit.
"You can try, but you`ll never be as good as Leafkit, a born to be hunter!"
Flamekit left the nursery. Everyone admired her perfect brother- but not her. The ignored kit, she was adventurous. She left the Thunderclan camp, and headed towards the WindClan border.
After what seemed like hours of walking, Flamekit picked up scent of mouse. In hunting crouch, she snuck up on the mouse. She leaped, and grabbed it in her mouth.
Flamekit ate, and tried to decide what to do next.
"Head back or continue?"
"Who is there?!" called Snowstream, a brown tabby ThunderClan warrior.
Uh-Oh Thought Flamekit, "I`m in trouble!"
Dashing toward the WindClan border, Snowstream caught up. "WindClan Scum!", she yelled as she swiped Flamekit`s belly. "Go back to the moors!"
In great pain, Flamekit headed for the border.
Then, as she neared the border, everything went black.
