Firekit knew exactly what she wanted to be; she wanted to be a leader, like her aunt, but not like her aunt. She didn't want to ignore her kin. She didn't want to be so far lost in a depression that she busied herself taking care of the clan and neglecting her family. She'd heard, from Whitestorm, that she'd gone moons ignoring him after Snowfur's death. But it wasn't the same; it just wasn't, Whitestorm had been young enough to still be close to their aunt.
It wasn't the same. She and her littermates were almost apprentices and the only relationship they had with Bluefure was that of a deputy and her clan; not that of an aunt with her nieces. It wasn't fair. It really wasn't.
They'd been raised by the clan- no one knowing who their father was and they could only guess that the father either didn't want to come forward and know his kits (who would do that?) or he was in another clan.
Firekit, Stormkit, and Tempestkit had only each other, and they knew it very well. They knew that no one else would be there for them and as long as they were together… well, nothing could go wrong. Right? Nothing would go wrong.
They'd been born when Sunstar had been leader. They knew the kind leader had tried to get their aunt to say something to them but hadn't been able too. They didn't blame him; they knew he cared, that he wanted his Deputy to be there for her kin… but it hadn't worked out. It would never work out.
It was the day of their apprentice ceremony. The day when everything changed. When promises and vows slowly started to crumble apart. Featherwhisker had retired a few moons before and both Firekit and Tempestkit knew what their sister was going to choose.
Stormkit… Stormpaw was apprenticed to Spottedleaf. Firepaw had been apprenticed to Thistleclaw. And Tempestpaw was apprenticed to Sunstar.