Hey everybody! This is my first fic. I came up with the idea a little while ago and decided to post it on here. I'm going to try to update this story as much as possible, but I'm starting to get more and more homework, so please don't be worried if I don't update for over two days. Please let me know what you think! Here goes!
Prologue
"What is that wretched...that...that...that thing?" A silver queen cried as she gazed down at a brown queen's first kit. "It looks absolutely horrid!"
"I'm amashamed of it as well," the brown she-cat replied. "Look at the way it's paw is twisted!" She pointed with her tail to the kit's front left paw which was twisted clockwise and bent slightly upward. "It will never be able to walk properly!"
"Ratwhisker," the silver queen mewed. "You can't possibly keep it! It'll be of no use! it may not be able to walk at all. It couldn't even be a medicine cat with that sort of disability! You must kill the wretched creature!"
"Silverbrook," Ratwhisker meowed in a low, stern voice. "This kit may be the ugliest thing on earth, but there is no way that you could make me kill her. She is my first born. And even if she were not, I would never ever ever give her up. I would never purposely kill another kit."
"Oh, but look at the way it's nose is squashed!" Silverbrook cried, completely ignoring the young queen. "It won't be able to smell, either!"
"You're right!" Ratwhisker wailed. "And would you just look at how incredibly small she is!"
It was true. The kit was no larger than a young rat.
Ratwhisker sighed. "I suppose you're right, Silverbrook," she mewed. "I really must rid the Clan of this filth, musn't I?"
"It is the only way," Silverbrook replied.
Ratwhisker nodded solemnly. She then unsheathed her claws and raised her paw up into the sky. A heartbeat later she swung it down and sliced herself straight through the chest. All Silverbrook could do was watch the queen as she silently bled to death.