Sunlight burned through through the canopy of trees and filtered into the camp. Cats milled around like any normal hot Greenleaf day. Except unlike any other clans, they were casting disgusted looks towards a blue-grey kit. Bluekit ignored the burning glares and continued to play in isolation, in her corner of camp.
She swiped at leaf, slicing it in half. Giggling softly, she crouched down as the leaves gently floated down. She waggled her behind before pouncing. Missing completely, she let out a growl of alarm before tumbling towards the ground. Her head grazing the Highledge.
"Look at it. The mistake is trying to play with leaves! I doubt they want to be tainted by it," jeered a familiar voice.
Bluekit poked her head up from where she crashed into the bush. Her cold grey eyes analyzed the group that stalked up to her. Of course Lilykit, her sister, was leading the ambush on her. Next to her was Petalkit, a ginger she-kit, and Mudkit, a pale brown tabby tom, who had a crush on Lilykit. Behind her, was a shy Wolfkit, a grey and white tom, who belonged to the same litter as Petalkit and Mudkit.
"Tainted by your rudeness? Oh don't worry, they are Lilykit resistant," retorted the blue-grey kit, silently laughing as she saw her sister's bright blue eyes blazing with fury.
Bluekit pushed past the group, bathing in enjoyment at their surprise. Of course, no one would love an ugly thing like me..
"Get back here, thing! We aren't done here," yowled a beseeching mew.
She flicked an ear back, looking over her shoulder. Grey orbs met blazing bright blue ones. Lilykit's yellow and white pelt bristled as she stomped up to her. Her sister's angelic features were now contorted with anger.
"You have no right to treat me like dirt," spat Lilykit, shoving her sister back.
"What makes you have the right to treat me like dirt?"
She watched as Lilykit tried to fluff out her fur, in attempt to make herself look bigger, which ultimately made her look like a furball. Her eyes blazed as she unsheathed her tiny claws, digging them into the ground.
"You were a mistake, born to be ugly. All the warriors think so, have you seen the looks of disgust. Come on, everyone knows I'll be the next leader. Beautiful and smart unlike you. Pathetic and ugly," she mewed, tossing her pretty head back.
Bluekit looked down at her dainty white paws that were covered in dirt. Her blue-grey pelt was spiky and always covered with dirt. Her grey eyes were dull and cold which scared any chance of love.
"At least, I'm not a ruthless," she muttered, looking up.
"At least, someone loves me."
The blue-grey kit let out a hiss, anger bubbling inside her. Launching herself onto Lilykit's back, they both stumbled onto the ground. Outbursts of anger filled the air. Bluekit stumbled back only to bump into Mudkit. The brown tabby tom let out a growl, swiping at her ears. She ducked down, easily tackling the older kit. She slammed him to the ground but was easily thrown back by Lilykit.
Bluekit lashed her tail, glaring at her sister. My own sister, would do this.. Lost in thought, she vaguely noticed Lilykit racing at her with unsheathe claws. Lilykit lashed at her chest, blood welling up from the shallow marks. She landed on her back, from impact. A groan escaped Bluekit, blinking dirt from her eyelashes. Her sister let out a yowl, narrowing her eyes against the bleeding figure.
"Enough!"
Bluekit peered past the small yellow-and-white she-kit, to see a white she-cat with black stripes looming over the kits.
"Lilykit back off," spat the she-cat, glaring at her sister through pale green eyes. "You three run off before I feed you to the foxes."
She watched as the three littermates stared at each other with wide eyes before scampering off. Lilykit glared at the mysterious she-cat before walking off. Her tail held high in triumphant. The she-cat watched them go, before stalking towards Bluekit.
"You okay, Bluekit?" asked the she-cat, nudging her bloodstained paw out of the way. She grimaced at her chest where three shallow marks led from one shoulder to her opposite bicep.
Bluekit batted away her paw, before heaving to her paws. Pain shot through her chest, making her whimper in pain.
"I'm bringing you to Kestrelstalk."
Bluekit resisted the warrior's teeth, hobbling away from her. "They're shallow."
"But they could get infected," argued the she-cat, gently.
Bluekit sighed, ducking her head gently. Teeth grasped her scruff; her feet easily leaving the ground. She shivered against the rising winds; lifting her hind legs up to keep warmth from escaping. Hearing the she-cat grumble, Bluekit looked up. Her grey eyes shy of her savior's pale grey eyes.
"And we're here," she murmured, once she reached the hidden den. Bramble tendrils hanging over from it.
Bluekit let out a hiss of annoyance as the she-cat ducked under, her paws barely scraping the cold dirt. The overpowering scent of herbs drifted around her; making her swing against the she-cat's jaws. The she-cat let out a growl, dropping the fidgeting kit onto a nearby nest.
"Nightstreak so nice of you to visit me."
Bluekit froze in place, the husky voice drifting closer. She watched as the she-cat, called Nightstreak, faked a smile. The corners of her mouth drifting up into a tight smile. From the shadows of the den, came a rather bulky cream and brown tom. His green eyes drifting from the white and black she-cat towards Bluekit.
"Ah the not-so famous Bluekit. Probably the most hated kit in all of Thunderclan," mewed the tom, eyeing her small wounds.
Bluekit felt tears welling up at the corners but she forced herself to look up at the den. Finally, noticing the the wounds on her neck.
"Come on Kestrelstalk. Help her out," sighed Nightstreak.
The tom grumbled in annoyance. "Who said I wasn't going to help?"
"You said you wouldn't criticize me."
Bluekit blinked. Curiosity gleaming in her dull grey eyes. She watched Kestrelstalk pull out large green leaves, it's tangy smell overwhelming her senses. Scurrying back, she pressed against the wall as he offered her one of his large paws.
"It's okay Bluekit. You can trust me," he murmured, softly.
The blue-grey kit cocked her head, shuffling closer to him. Her ears flattened to her skull as the tom grazed his muzzle over her head. A warm sensation overtook Bluekit, making her purr softly. A sound she usually rarely made. Kestrelstalk grabbed the leaves that stood in a pile next to him. He chewed them up before lathering them on her small wounds. She hissed at the stinging pain but it slowly went away.
"Nightstreak take her to the nursery," ordered Kestrelstalk, sending a sharp glance towards the white she-cat.
Nightstreak let out a low growl, before picking up Bluekit. Her pale green eyes flashing in disbelief as she glanced down at the small blue-grey kit…
"Wake up…"
Her body went rigid at the sound of the soft voice. It was usually... Bluekit forced her eyes open to jump away from enchanting dark green eyes. Different shades of green that were overwhelmed with warmth and love. She cocked her head as she recognized the owner of those dark green eyes…
Hollyripple…
"What's wrong, love?" she asked, wrapping her thick tail around Bluekit.
Bluekit squirmed away from her touch, flinching away from her. Hurt flashed across her gaze making her grimace.
"Nothing's wrong," Bluekit mewed, hesitantly reaching up to touch noses with her mother.
When she did so.. she felt a jolt of lightning. A connection formed between her and the jet black she-cat. It felt weird.. like it wasn't true… She quickly pulled away from Hollyripple, offering her a fake smile before scurrying outside. Hollyripple's stare burning her pelt.
Casting a glance over her shoulder, she didn't notice a gold pelt right in front of her. Before she knew it, she crashed into the pelt. Bluekit let out a groan, collapsing into the dirt. A sharp pain stabbing at her head.
"You okay there, silly," purred a sweet voice.
Bluekit glanced up, staring at two watery blue eyes. Lilykit… She pushed herself up, grazing her muzzle against Lilykit's ear. She flinched when she heard a soft voice emit from her sister's throat. Love washed over her but then it quickly disappeared as she gazed into the blue eyes of Lilykit. This isn't real..
"This isn't real," she murmured loudly.
"Of course it's real!"
Bluekit jumped, backing away into the thorn barrier. She ignored the pricks of pain that existed behind her. Hollyripple had left the nursery and was standing next to Lilykit. The sunlight bouncing off her sleek black fur. She shook her head staring at her paws..
No, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening.. Hollyripple doesn't love me. Lilykit doesn't love me.. No one does… This isn't real….
She snapped awake… Her blue-grey fur drenched with sweat and her breathing ragged. Fear radiated off her pelt as she glanced around. She pushed herself up, the moss beneath her paws making a crunching sound. She crawled out of her nest, pausing slightly at the smallest sound.
Darting outside, she let out a sigh. Her breath forming small clouds. Small streaks of orange and red faded into the light blue sky. It was almost dawn.. Wind ruffled her already disheveled fur. She leaned on the the nursery entrance almost tumbling through the bramble thicket. Bluekit flicked an ear as she heard the approaching pawsteps. Resentment bubbling inside her.
"Just go away!" she hissed at the cat without looking up.
She heard the cat let out a low chuckle. "Ah, but the thing is Bluekit, I don't want to."
"If you're here taut me then do it."
"Oh thanks, my name is Aspenpaw," he mewed sarcastically. "And no I'm not going to."
I'm Bluekit looked at the tom, shooting daggers at him. Aspenpaw, a dark grey tom with white tipped ears, merely smirked at him. His dark blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he sat right in front of her. Bluekit widened her eyes in disbelief, her head barely reached half of his long forepaw.
"What do you want Bluekit?"
"I don't want anything."
Surprise flooded from his pelt.
"You have noticed cats hate you. No one wants to be alive. You have no friends," he mewed slowly, staring at her.
"So?"
He scoffed at her. Frustration sparked in the pit of her belly
"Don't you want a friend.."
Bluekit narrowed her eyes at him. She puffed up her pelt in an act to scare him away.
When it failed, she let out a sigh of frustration. "I don't need friends."
Aspenpaw glared at the kit. Despite the acts of friendship, he still hated her. But with different reasons. Bluekit felt her pelt heat up in embarrassment at the pasty green stuff on her chest. Why? She let out a huff as the apprentice directed his stare across the camp, towards a thornbush. She followed his gaze to a large golden brown tom crawling out. A tuft of fur standing on his head.
"That's my mentor Nettleclaw in case if you're wondering," mewed Aspenpaw as the tom started walking towards them.
Bluekit rolled her eyes. I wasn't wondering at all. But she couldn't help it as a spark of curiosity spiked her as Nettleclaw arrived. His dark blue eyes immediately drifting towards the paste-covered marks on her chest. She could tell he was bubbling in anticipation, but for her sake at least, he ignored it.
"Come on Aspenpaw. It's time to head out for dawn training," Nettleclaw mewed, ignoring the she-kit that sat to the side of him.
Bluekit resisted a hiss as Nettleclaw stalked away. The fur along her spine bristling as Aspenpaw casted her a glance before racing after his mentor. His pawsteps echoing around the silent camp. Friends.. Yea right… She let out a huff, dragging her paw against the dirt.
She was lost in thought, not even noticing a certain black and white tom walking towards her.
"It's absurd how a useless lump can wake up at dawn but my warriors can't," he ranted, stopping right in front of her. His tail brushing away any marks that Aspenpaw left.
The she-kit jumped back, letting out a small growl. She rolled back her tense shoulders, slightly glaring at the black-patched tom.
"Maybe it's because I'm not useless," she muttered quietly, slipping back into a sitting position.
Searing pain erupted in her head as she fell backwards. Her head hitting the bramble thicket. She blinked back tears as she forced to look up into the glinting icy blue eyes. The coldness paralyzing fear into her.
"Don't forget Bluekit. I became deputy for a reason," snarled the tom, hinting at his great hearing. The deputy sheathe his claws once more and glared at the cowering kit in disgust.
"Scartalon go away," she pleaded, ignoring the blinding pain in one eye. She pressed lightly against the nursery den, as he let out a low laugh.
Bluekit waited for another blow to the head but it never came. She heard shuffling but before she knew it, there was breathing on her neck. A small sharp pain speared through her chin but it quickly disappeared. She merely glanced at Scartalon to see him in close range, with a claw under her chin. He forced her to look up at him, grey eyes meeting cold blue ones.
"It's a shame that you look so much like him.."
So yes.. this is a rewrite of the first chapter and I think this is way better than the previous one. I previewed this one so it should have very few grammar and spelling mistakes. But if it does, I'm sorry! But anyways..
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