(A/N Snowkit was Speckletail's last kit. He was born deaf, and stolen by a hawk a few moons after birth. This is his story.)

I sat outside the nursery in the midday breeze. I watched the other kits playing around me. The dark tabby tackled the other kits, including his tortoiseshell sister.

I saw her mouth moving in an odd way. It seemed as though all of their mouths were moving! It looked stupid from where I was standing. Nothing happened when they moved their mouths like that, so why bother? Doing things for no reason is dumb. Maybe it was some way to communicate? Like different movements meant different things? I don't know. All that I know is that when mother flicks her tail, I am supposed to come to her.

All of a sudden, something very heavy landed on my back, squishing me under it. How many times did I have to go through this? Would that tom just leave me alone already? I wished I knew the mouth movement language. Then I could tell him to get off of me! I pulled a yowl out from inside my little body, and let it loose. Nothing appeared to have happened, but the kit on top of me seemed to be confused.

Apparently, my yowl attracted more than just the kits' attention. The other kits' mother, the tom with the orange pelt, and my mother came scrambling over to me. The kits' mother moved her mouth in a stern way, as if scolding her kit. He jumped off of my back guiltily. A long conversation in their strange movement language started. I could see that the kit that tackled me had angered his mother.

It ended, and the kit turned to me. His mouth moved again (didn't they know they hadn't taught me what it meant?) and licked my ear in an apologetic way. I guess that meant he was sorry, and I should forgive him. The orange tom said something to Mother, which angered her. This was a new emotion I'd never seen on her face before. It was nothing like when she looked at me. It scared me. Was something wrong?

The three grown cats walked away, their tails swishing. This confused me: did Mother want me to come to her or not?

X

Here's my advice: When the other kits in the nursery are gone, moss is just as fun too! It made me feel like a hunter.

As I was playing with my moss, I felt eyes on my pelt watching me. I looked around, and saw a gray she-cat, Mother, and the same orange tom as last time. They were communicating in that odd mouth-movement way. Again. I rolled my blue eyes, and continued playing.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw mother flick her white tail back and forth, telling me to come. I abandoned the soft moss and ran swiftly to her side. She licked me as praise. I felt great because it meant I was being a good kit. I liked being a good kit.

The gray she-cat commanded the orange tom to do something, I think. He obeyed, and turned to me. He tried to talk to me, but I didn't understand anything! I felt so confused and scared! He didn't even help me along like Mother always did! All I could do was sit there looking like a dumb kit.

Eventually, Mother came to my rescue. She flicked her tail, and nodded to the tom. I knew what she meant, so I raced to his side. He said something else, but I still didn't understand. He tried again, forming the words on his tongue. Somewhere, I heard a very faint "Well done." What? Was that it? Was that what the point of all of the stupid movement language? Could people hear you when you did that in their minds? I was intrigued. I tried it back.

"Alright!" I tried to say, using my voice from deep inside me. I guess it didn't come out right, because they all looked confused. Mother looked at the tom angrily, and said something to him. Had I angered her? I hope not. I want to be a good kit!

Another white cat and gray she cat emerged. Either that or they were here all along. I didn't really pay attention. They talked a bit, until Mother stormed off with me back to the nursery. What had happened there?

X

I played with my moss in the middle of camp. The others were tumbling with each other closer to the nursery, but I was out farther away. They didn't like me, and I knew it. They didn't think I played right. I could tell. It wasn't my fault though! I just didn't understand them. At least my moss still liked me.

All of a sudden, I felt terror pulsing through the camp. I saw the others' mother pulling them into the nursery. Everyone ran into shelter. I wondered why. It's not like anything bad was happening! I just kept sitting there. Whatever it was that frightened them, I was tough enough to stay out here. I could even guard them! Too bad I didn't know what I was supposed to guard them from…

Out of the blue (literally) cold, scaly claws gripped at my fur, and not the playful way that the kits do when they played with me. I screeched in pain as they got tighter. My legs kicked and I yowled for help, trying to pull away. Whatever it was was too strong! I felt myself become practically weightless, and the cats below me seemed to get smaller and smaller as the creature holding me lifted me into the air…

(A/N Help me!! I don't know whether to let him live or not!! Can you please tell me in your reviews?)