"Purple hm? What a…different color." Mistickit's father Greyfur said to her mother.
"All the more unique." Waterpelt Mistickit's mother said.
Greyfur chuckled, "I guess."
Mistickit listened to her parents chat while her brothers and sisters played together. She was the loner of the group. The quiet one. Her father always says mean things to her, and her kin hated her. Sometimes to her it felt only her mother Waterpelt, who was self centered usually, loved her. But she wasn't sure about that either.
Her brother Stormkit asked her dad, "Daddy Mistickit is different from us isn't she?"
"Stormkit!" Waterpelt scolded, "Don't talk about your sister that way!"
Stormkit responded, "But its true isn't it mama? You're just upset because you got a different kit right mama?"
"That's enough Stormkit." Waterpelt scolded.
Mistickit looked down as her kin and parents were constantly torturing her inside. Ever since she was born she has been tortured by them and it began to seem like the truth to her. "Maybe I am different…like Stormkit said… and maybe Mama doesn't really like me…"
Her only friend Heatkit looked at her tortured miserably. "I wish I could help you Mistickit…maybe all you need is me." Heatkit thought as he watched her. Heatkit realized what he has just thought and shook his head. "No…That's not…true.." He said to himself.
(AUTHORS NOTE: At least TRY not to write a rude review ok? And I made this chapter a little short.)