A kit was being furiously nuzzled by mama. He was 3 months old. His sister, Swiftkit, was 3 months too. Swiftkit was lazy, and would rather lay in the nursery all day then adventure, not a problem for mama. He was the opposite. He loved to try and venture out the nursery, and went on imaginary adventures with mama.
There wasn't a doubt Swiftkit was prettier then him. She had nice, fluffy fur, nice face, beautiful fur color (silver) and beautiful Amber eyes. The other kit didn't have that luxury. Short fur, still a nice face, not as good fur color (ginger), deep blue eyes. Hard to believe they were related. But Swiftkit took after mama, and he took after papa.
The kit thought for a while. 3 months old. Mama still couldn't think of a name for him. Papa always suggested nice names. Each one he loved. Mama never had any of it. She said things like: " Too short." "Too long." "Doesn't fit him." and even "Are you always this uncreative?" She turned down every one of them, when he thought they all fit him perfectly.
A twoleg burst into camp, alerting all the cats. He was scared as could be. The twoleg snatched him up into big clumsy paws and ran off. After the twoleg had dyed his fur blue, the twoleg ran back and set him down in his clan. He was scared.
"Who's that cat?" he heard mumbles. "Where's mama?" he said after some silence. "Oh! The kit that has no name!" Mama said, running for him. "What did that twoleg do to you?!" "Huh? I feel fine." "You look horrible!" She shouted. "Why?"
"Look in a puddle." The kit waddled over to a puddle and looked, gasping. He was... blue...
A few days later, he was teased and bullied by the apprentices. "Yo, blue-face!" and other mean things were said to him. 'It wasn't his fault he was blue...' he thought with misery. Mama finally decided to name him, Bluekit.