This is a rather sadder fanfic I decided to make about Goosekit (Goosefeather). Yeah, I know it's a little short, but it's hopefully still good! Make sure to review! Bye!
"YOU CHEATED!" One of the kits yelled.
"Yeah, who wants to play with a freak like you!" another hissed.
Goosekit fought back the tears, and tried to talk, but the words left him.
"We'll show you!" the leader of the bullies snarled, leaping at Goosekit. They knocked him into the dusty earth, and Goosekit scampered away, into the dark of night.
"Yeah, leave us alone! We don't want to play with a loser like you!" they yelled after him.
Goosekit let the tears flow freely once he was away. He kept running, sprinting until he stumbled and fell. Why do they hate me? He sobbed. He looked up at the stars. He felt close to them. He swore that he could feel them wrap around him. It was as if the stars were comforting him.
It'll be okay, dear Goosekit, the stars whispered.
Goosekit looked around wildly, and saw no one. Had the stars really talked to him? Had he just been communicating with Starclan? As he gazed upon the stars, confidence surged back through him. The stars were right, weren't they. Starclan was always right, things would be ok.
He ran back to camp, unafraid. Thank you, Starclan.