Lostkit kneed the ground anxiously at the entrance to the nursery, her black and white pelt bristled uneasily. She knew she was only a mere three moons old but she couldn't wait to finally leave the nursery. She had been born much smaller with a somewhat disfigured face and Falconstar made her mother, Willowleaf keep her inside. Though of course, that didn't apply to her silvery sister Tulipkit. She was what the other cats called 'normal.' Lostkit sighed wishing her sister was less snobby and would quit bragging. She wrinkled her nose then relaxed herself blinking slowly. She carefully peered out of the nursery looking around the camp. She flicked her crooked ears and cautiously stepped her paw out onto the soft and warm sand. She pulled it back her eye wide with curiosity. Eventually, Lostkit stepped fully into the sand ad giggled warmly feeling it with her paws. She rolled all over it laughing but barely recognized the cat's glances. she stopped and looked around her green gaze sweeping over the ThunderClan camp. "Hey look who it is, Uglykit." Lostkit saw Slykit, Vixenkit, and Tinykit approach. They were kits of Foxpelt but she thought Foxheart suited her better. Vixenkit was the only girl with midnight black fur and glistening blue eyes. Her little brother Tinykit was the youngest of the litter was a russet tabby with a white tipped tail. And Slykit. He was the largest and the meanest of the crew. He seemed huge which made Lostkit shiver thinking of him. He had a deep russet pelt and the deepest amber eyes there ever was. She snapped out of her thoughts as she could feel the other kits breath on her shoulder as he watched down her. "Well, well, look what the cat brought in." Vixenkit sneered smirking at Lostkit. "That's an awful joke!" Slykit hissed and cuffed his paw over his sister's ear. "So Lostkit why are you a curse to the clans?" He asked. "Your just a mistake." He added. "Hey, that's not nice Slykit." Vixenkit purred. Slykit narrowed his eyes. "Yeah it wasn't." he turned to Lostkit. "Wanna play?" He asked. Before Lostkit could respond Vixenkit butted in. "You will be the enemy warrior and Slykit will be banishing you!" Slykit got in position and Lostkit watched unsure of what to do. "So you kill a kit of my clan?" Slykit snarled circling her with a prideful posture. Lostkit shook her head defiantly. "I would never, the only cat that would is you!" Slykit growled deeply like he meant it, like the fire in his eyes wasn't a game like he wanted to do this. "Lie! StarClan cursed you from the beginning!" Lostkit shook her head not even known of what to say.
"Mistake!" Vixenkit hissed.
"Lier!" Tinykit said with uncertainty.
"You're supposed to be dead." Slykit spat.
Lostkit flinched. "Her name suits her!"
"Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!"
Lostkit shut her eyes as the kits chanted. Just a game. Just a game. Just a GAME. Oh, StarClan please I'm not a mistake.
Slykit pushed her with his paws knocking her to her back. He laughed and raked his paw across her muzzle.
She cried and scrambled back as the three laughed. She ran back to the nursery tears stinging her eyes. As she shut them tightly she suddenly hit a cat.
Willowleaf spun around and hissed as Loskit stumbled back. "You worthless fool!" She hissed.
"But m-m-o-o-m..." She cried trembling with fear.
"SHUT UP!" She snarled.
"But Slykit-"
"Slykit's a nice boy, you shouldn't be blaming things on that little boy." She growled.
"Why?!" She spat. "Why did StarClan curse me with you?!" She snarled whipping her tail around.
Lostkit was now almost bawling scared from her own mother. "Why do you do this?" Lostkit screamed shutting her eyes and tears fell to the ground. "YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE AN IDOT! WHY? WHY DONT YOU APPRECIATE ME? YOU SHOULD GO TO HELL!"
Willowleaf looked like she was going to explode. "YOU LITTLE BRAT!" She snarled and lashed her claw out at Lostkit's cheek catching her eye too.
Lostkit bawled blinking her one eye her other closed with crimson blood. She could feel blood come down her cheek and ran out of the nursery through a small gap and into the forest. She didn't know where she was going she just wanted to get away from ThunderClan. She ran crying her eyes shut. I want to die. StarClan please I want to leave! Lostkit begged silently hearing loud noises she stopped. A large stretched of ground was in front of her as she looked around. She saw another forest on the other side and made a run.
The path was quiet but grew louder as a huge thing streamed her way. She pounced off her legs as the thing snagged her shoulder she screamed and landed on the other side her world falling black.
Lostkit suddenly opened her eyes in a dark area. "StarClan she whispered her one eye blinking. As her eyes adjusted she found herself in a warm bed in a dark den.
There was quiet murmuring outside but she ached to must to move. She looked down at herself finding her back leg twisted and a large wrap over it. She flinched realizing how much it hurt and a small whine escaped her muzzle. A dark shadow covered the entrance as a delicate black she-cat came in. She looked so much like Vixenkit Lostkit flinched.
"Shhh..." It was a calm and soothing voice as a she-cat leaned down looking at Lostkit. "You had a nasty run-in with the Thunder Path love." She said quietly as sh sniffed Lostkit's cheek. "Here I'm gonna look at your leg."
Lostkit was nearly astonished she didn't flinched at her face. She probably already did She thought worthlessly.
"That must hurt." She murmured and turned to a large pile of leaves and berries. She pulled out some black seeds and laid them by Lostkit.
"Lick them little one you'll feel better." Lostkit held her look before lapping up the seeds. "Good job." She said quietly.
"Hey, Nightfeather how is that kit?" The voice made Lostkit look up and a white cat was in the entrance to the den."
"She's doing okay Blizzardstar." Nightfeather meowed.
The tom came in and looked at her. "Whats your name?" he asked.
Lostkit didn't respond immediately. She didn't want to be known as Lostkit. She shrugged gently as she whispered. "I don't know."
He frowned and stood up to Nightfeather. She shrugged and he paused.
"How about we call you Finchkit?" He suggested and Nightfeather nodded warmly.
"We should bring her to Gazzellefoot," Nightfeather suggested.
She gently lifted Finchkit up by her scruff and moved past Whitestar into the camp.
Some cats looked there way but Finchkit was merely used to it. Nightfeather brought her into a warm bramble den where four she-cats laid down. "Gazzellefoot," Nightfeather whispered.
The pale she-cat lifted her head and yawned. "Yes?" She asked.
"Can you please suckle little Finchkit?" Nightfeather asked.
She cat sighed and nodded. "Let me see her." She requested to Nightfeather.
She cat gently placed down Finchkit and Gazzellefoot brought her to her.
"It's okay." She murmured as Finchkit tried to squirm. She gently licked her head as Finchkit purred softly liking how it felt. 'Is this being loved?' She wondered softly as Gazzellefoot placed her next to two other squirming bodies. She felt comforted by their even breathing as her side was getting warm.
'StarClan?' She asked silently. 'Don't let me leave here ever again.'
