A/N: This is slightly different from my other fiction, and instead of having allegiances we'll just jump straight in.
The reason for this is because the characters (Except for the main one) will be there for a bit, then gone and forgotten.
This is totally not inspired by anything at all. The reader gives me a judging stare. Mmmmmmm, fine. This was inspired by two movies where people die and are reincarnated, the movies are Fluke and A dog's purpose.
_-='The beginning of beginnings'=-_
A small silver she-kit squirmed between her siblings near her mothers belly,
she felt her mothers tongue brush against her and her siblings fur.
The small kit stopped squirming and fell asleep.
The kit waked to tiny paws prodding her side,
"Wake up!"
she heard a voice call,
"Yeah, wake up, lazy!"
another voice mewed.
She started to get up and the two stopped poking her.
"Finally, your up Mistkit."
one of the two other kits mewed, a gray one.
"Yeah. We had been shouting and
pushing you for what felt like moons!"
The other one mewed, a white one.
A gray-blue she-cat spoke up, the three kits mother.
"Fogkit, Stormkit, it isn't nice to poke someone until they wake up.
Now apologize to Mistkit."
"We're sorry, Mistkit."
The two kits said in unison.
"That's better. Now you kits go and play."
"Let's find a moss-ball to play with!"
Meowed Fogkit,
"I'll go and look."
Stormkit padded away from Fogkit and Mistkit.
"I-I actually don't really want to play."
"Awh..."
Mistkit got up and headed outside into the clearing, she looked around the camp,
her gaze landing on the willow tree stump.
She thought about how she and her brothers would soon be apprentices,
to most kits this would seem exciting, but not for Mistkit.
No, for Mistkit this was terrifying.
She could encounter a fox, a badger,
Shadowclan or Windclan cats.
Or worse, twolegs.
Just thinking about this made Mistkit's heart begin to race.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and continued on with her day.