A/N: This is just an idea I came up with that's been in my head for a while. I don't know how much I'll update because I'm working on another story at the same time…
A young kit snuggled up next to her mother lovingly. It was so cold outside! But she was warm in here, her home in ShadowClan.
She closed her eyes, and went to sleep next to her brother.
When she awoke, her mother was shaking, and she wasn't warm anymore. The kit shivered.
"Mommy! Mommy!" she mewed pitifully.
"Shh…" said a harsh voice. "You'll alert everybody that we've saved you."
The kit was confused. "Why did you have to save me?" the young kit asked.
There was a small laugh. "You and your brother are feisty. You both question us too much. But we'll break you. We'll break you," said the mean voice.
"You're Tigerstar!" The young kit decided. The voice laughed again.
"No," it said, "I'm worse."
The kit refused to tremble. Her mother hadn't even named her yet! She wanted a name though. She knew her brother did too, but her mother hadn't decided.
She let out a squeak as the other cat dropped her. Her brother was dropped next to her.
The two of them were very close. They quickly scanned the other over, making sure they weren't hurt. Then they looked around. They were in a new camp, filled with new cats. They were huge! They all looked mean too.
"Come on kits. You sleep right here," said another voice, only slightly kinder, and the tom led them to a small hole in the ground. It was more like a puddle really.
He was a big, burly gray tabby with ears that seemed permanently folded back. A long scar ran from the back of his head to the tip of his nose.
"What's wrong with your ears?" The ShadowClan kit asked. Her capturer flicked his tail in irritation and ignored her.
"Now, do you have names? " asked the mean tom asked. They shook their heads. "It wouldn't matter anyways. We make all of you rename yourselves. Now name yourselves. We'll ask you later, and if you still don't have a name, we'll give one to you, and you won't like it."
"I've already got my name!" the kits brother announced. The tom turned around.
"And what would that be?" he asked coldly.
"Snarlkit!" her brother said, and jumped directly into the larger tom's face. Though it didn't take long for her brother to be thrown back on the ground, the kit felt proud of her brother after seeing the toms split nose.
The tom turned to her. "Well, what's your name then? If your brother has his, you need your own, don't you?"
She thought quickly. "Tearkit," she said, "Because of what you've done to us!"
The tom laughed and walked away. Tearkit felt proud of herself.
She turned to Snarlkit. He licked her ear. "Come on! We don't put up with this mouse dung!" he protested.
She nodded. What else could they do though? They were only a moon old. They looked around the little puddle they were sitting in. Was Tearkit imagining it? There was a tiny tiny hole, just small enough for a tiny kit to slip into? Snarlkit kept talking, but she didn't listen. Instead, she slowly slipped into the hole. She fit! In the midst of her rejoicing, she didn't make out the other shapes around her. Not until they surrounded her.
"What's your name?" One brave little kit asked her harshly. Then it looked embarrassed. "Or, um, what name did you give yourself?"
"Tearkit," she announced boldly. "Because of what these cats have done to us. Who are all of you?" she asked.
They stepped forward one at a time. There were eight of them in all, including Tearkit and her brother.
The first was a light orange tabby. "My name is Firekit, after the brave leader of my clan, which so many tell stories about!" he declared. Tearkit nodded her approval.
The next was a snowy white tortoiseshell she-cat. "I am Timekit, because I will wait patiently for the time when they let us go!" she announced rather loudly. Tearkit thought she was beautiful.
Timekit backed down, and another cat took her place. This one was a blue-gray she-cat with a single white spot on her head. Her ears had been badly shredded, and she had a scar on her nose that led nearly to her paws. "My name is Tornkit, because of the things they have done to me," she mewed softly. Tearkit nodded to her, and she stepped back.
The fourth was another tom that was larger than the rest, and was solid black. "My name," the kit said firmly, "is Honorkit, because one day all of these cowards will realize I'm great." He stepped back, and yet another kit took his place.
It was another she-cat, and she was many spotted with many different colors. "I am Preykit, because even though they can't see it now, I am as important as what I am named for," she told Tearkit, who nodded approvingly to her.
The last was another tom. His fur was a rusty red, and his ears were pricked slightly forward, as though he were listening for prey. "My name," he began, "is Leapkit, because I can jump higher than any cat in this clan."
At just this time, Snarlkit squeezed his way in. "This is my brother," Tearkit announced. "Snarlkit, because he will fight these cruel cats to the death!"
All the other kits looked absolutely horrified. Tearkit tilted her head to the side. "What's wrong?" she asked, scared for the answer.
"This is your brother?" Honorkit asked. She nodded.
He bowed his head. "They will make you fight. One of you won't come back."
