Honeytail wrapped herself aroud Drykit and Specklekit. Drykit's mother was always clingy and never gave her any room for her tail to move. Slowly, Drykit got to her paws and snuck out of the den. Looking aroud at all the sleeping catsin their dens made Drykit think of the stories Honeytail told her and Specklekit. How she managed to leave Shadowclan and join Thunderclan, Drykit always loved that story. As she padded forward to leave, a mew cut her off.

"Where are you going?" It was Honeytail. Licking her lips, Drykit stammered.

"O-outside?" she asked carefully. Honeytail sighed and nuzzled her shoulder.

"Take Sandkit with you." Drykit suddenly didn't feel like going outside at the mention of Sandkit. Drykit liked to stay to herself and not talk to anyone. At the mention of his name, Sandkit popped his head up. His smooshed in face made him look reagal, and his coat color was the same color as Honeytails.

"Can Mousekit come too?" Mousekit was his half-sister, she was small and had two white back feet.

"Can I come where?" the brown she-kit asked, yawning.

"Outside," Sandkit squeeked, looking over his shoulder to whisper in Mousekit's ear. "with Drykit." He spat out her name as if it was crow food. Mousekit batted his face and hissed.

"She's Thunderclan now." She hissed at her half-brother. Padding outside, Drykit let the smells of the clan fill her nose. Everything around her was huge, towering above her small head. Mousekit ran around in a circle, squealing with delight as her brother tackled her. Drykit wanted to join the two so bad, but shyness overcame her, glueing her paws down to the soft grass. Will I ever be normal? Drykit thought to herself. Not only was being a runt difficult for the ginger she-kit, but being shy would never help her. Mousekit stopped mid fight and glanced at Drykit.

"Want to join?" She asked laughing, her brown pelt covered in snow. Drykit jumped at the news, but was slowly choked by the thought of talking to someone. Would she embarrass herself by saying something, or do something awkward? Drykit lowered her head and shook it. Mousekit loxered her ears. " Oh, okay." Feeling guilty, Drykit ran behind a bramble bush.

"Please let me be normal." she silently prayed to Starclan.