Swankit is just your average ThunderClan cat, wanting to be a warrior and help defend her Clan. Yet, she has one thing holding her back: she's hard of hearing. This means that she can hear a certain range but when it gets out of that range, she can't exactly pick it up correctly. Will this hold her back or will she overcome it and prove to her Clan that she can be just as useful as any cat or will she let it overtake her and succumb to her Clan's beliefs and prove them right? Find out!
Prologue:
It was a clear and sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky as it hung in the air, heralding sunhigh. There was a gentle breeze that ruffled the branches that surrounded ThunderClan's camp. Greenleaf was nice and warm this year and the Clan was spending more and more time basking in the sun then training and patrolling.
A silver tabby she-kit was absentmindedly rolling a rock between her paws, not really paying attention to anything. She had mismatched eyes. Her right eye was blue and her left eye was amber, but it gave her a sort of an alluring look.
A light gray tabby was watching her daughter, amber eyes narrowed slightly. She turned to the speckled black and white tom beside her. "There's no way she's hard of hearing, Speckleleaf."
The tom glanced at her sympathetically. "I'm afraid she is, Stormheart. Swankit can only hear so much before she starts asking what is going on."
"Will she ever be a warrior?" The light gray tabby asked with the slightest tilt of her head. Her amber eyes were narrowed in concern as they flicked about the camp. "Nightwhisper adores Troutkit and Swankit and he expects them both to be warriors. Then...this comes up." She flicked her tail towards Swankit who was unaware of a dark gray, almost black, and white tabby with green eyes sneaking up on her.
Speckleleaf let out a small sigh, glancing at his flecked paws. "I'm afraid only time will tell. Until then, just be there for her. She has a long and difficult path ahead of her." His amber eyes darkened slightly. "May StarClan light her path."