A/N: This chapter mainly focus' on the relationship between Gentlekit and her mother, Sundance.

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Chapter One

Bird song filtered through the air as Gentlekit nuzzled blindly for her mother, but when she opened her eyes, her nest was empty. She looked across the small nursery to see a beautiful grey she-cat purring to her kits. Where's my mother? Why doesn't she do that to me? Gentlekit thought as she wailed for her mother loudly. She pricked her eyes when she heard the scraping of claws against bark. She looked outside the nursery to see a branch that was just below the lip of the den. She looked down at her tiny legs and thought better of it and just returned to her nest where she waited for her mother's return.

"You're Gentlekit, aren't you?" the grey she-cat purred.

Gentlekit looked up from her soft pine needle and moss nest to see the she-cat standing over her with a dark ginger tom kit and a dark grey tom kit at her forepaws. Gentlekit nodded her head hesitantly.

The she cat purred ad nuzzled Gentlekit softly," Well, your mother went on a patrol and should be back really soon. Its different because you're only three moons old and most queens don't leave their kits at least until they're five moons."

"Oh," Gentlekit began but she directed her attention back to the different entrance to the nursery.

"Why don't you come and lay in my nest until your mother returns? My name is Flowerrise and these are my kits Foxkit and Sootkit." The she-cat meowed as she gently nudged Gentlekit over to her nest.

Foxkit sat closest to Gentlekit she saw he was much larger than her, but small for a tom cat. He sat up right and purred," My mother is the best story teller! Tell us how TreeClan became the way we are now!"

Foxkit scooted closer to Gentlekit and on her left, Sootkit did the same. She laid down and listened intently to Flowerrise, "Long ago, a cat named Twig ran through this side of the forest trying to flee the nasty jaws of wolves. A she-cat named Mist was with him along with a tom named Boulder. They ran until they became split up. Mist heading toward the lake, Boulder heading for the rocky terrain, and Twig ran toward the forest and up a tree. Twig's dark brown pelt hid him from the wolves, Boulder's sandy colored pelt hid him, and Mist's excellent swimming ability made her flee the wolves. Once they wolves were gone, they found each other again, but they had rouges and kittypets with them. They announced that each of them would create a Clan based off their abilities. We became TreeClan for our ability to climb, stalk, and fight within the tree's leaves and pine needles. All of TreeClan territory is covered in thick forest and dense undergrowth. We have dark colored pelts from our ancestors for us to stealthily stalk through the trees to hunt our prey. We disappear against shadows and creep along the bark of trees to not be seen. We are the noble TreeClan, and we are feared among our own territory."

Gentlekit's green gaze widened at the scenery she pictured in her mind. She looked up at the she-cat blue eyes and before she could speak, Sootkit squeaked, "Now tell us about the Skytree!"

"The Skytree is the ancient pine tree we make our nests in. Warriors sleep on the branches that go out from the trunk and they have securely woven the branches close together with vine and bracken to make it look like spider webs from below. Tawnystar, leader of TreeClan, sleeps at the very top of the tree. Senior warriors sleep higher than new warriors. There are two holes that have been hollowed out by the first generation of TreeClan. We are in the highest one. The medicine-cat's den is found in a willow tree to the left of this tree. Their branches intertwine to make easy access to one another. The medicine den is a little high up but, a kit like you three could get their easily. The elder's den is found higher than the medicine den on the same tree, but willow trees have soft bark so you can scale it easily. But, not only are we know for our tree abilities, we are also known for our stocky stature. We may be small, but we make up for it in incredible strength." Flowerrise meowed proudly.

Gentlekit realized that no more commands rose from her two denmates. She looked on either side of her and saw that they both had fallen asleep. Claws against bark came closer than before and an elegant golden she-cat entered the den with her muzzle high. Her amber eyes closed to tiny slits when she saw Gentlekit. She pricked her ears forward, rose to her paws , leaped from Flowerrise's nest and scampered to her mother. Her mother backed away from Gentlekit and ran out of the den yowling at the top of her lungs for a cat named Silentwhisper.

Gentlekit stood with her tail between her legs as a young black she-cat scaled into the den. Her eyes were filled with worry when she saw Gentlekit, "What's wrong?"

Gentlekit shrugged and walked cautiously up to her mother who sat far away. The golden she-cat hissed furiously at Gentlekit. She looked around and Flowerrise's jaw was opened with shock. Silentwhisper padded closer to her and sniffed her curiously," She does look a bit funny."

A bit funny? What? Gentlekit thought as her tiny legs began to shake. Silentwhisper licked her ears the wrong way toward her muzzle but they just fell back to their usual place. Silentwhisper, then, meowed, "I've never seen anything like this. Can you hear me, Gentlekit?"

"Y-yeah?" her voice stammered as her legs began to grow weaker and her belly grew ill.

Silentwhisper looked up at her mother and meowed, "Nothing seems to be wrong with her, Sundance. Perhaps, it's just how she's supposed to be."

"How she's supposed to be? That is the ugliest piece of fox dung I have ever seen!" Sundance spat at Gentlekit then continued to Silentwhisper, "I am moving back to the warrior's branch. I will not watch over that ugly cat."

Gentlekit watched in horror as her mother left the nursery and scaled the trunk back to her old nest. She looked down at her paws in embarrassment. Silentwhisper got closer to her and gently meowed, "It's okay, Gentlekit. Flowerrise will take care of you, young one."

"I don't want Flowerrise to take care of me! I want my own mother to take care of me!" Gentlekit wailed.

Silentwhisper's amber eyes flickered with worry and sorrow, "I know, but she has to. Your mother has abandoned you. I'm so sorry, Gentlekit."

"No! What's wrong with me?" Gentlekit wailed to the medicine-cat.

"You just look different, little one. Now go to your new nest." Silentwhisper meowed softly as she nudged the kit toward Flowerrise.

Foxkit and Sootkit watched the whole ordeal with terrified and sympathetic eyes. When she got into Flowerrise's nest, she began to groom her ruffled golden pelt. Gentlekit had her gaze fixed to the wooden floor in between her paws. Foxkit rubbed his muzzle on hers and purred, "We don't think you're ugly, Gentlekit."

Gentlekit felt heat rise in her chest when Foxkit said his next words softly so no one could hear, "I think you're pretty."

Rain poured outside as Gentlekit peered through the entrance to the nursery. Rain fell from the swollen black clouds and created a tiny puddle of water near the entrance. She rose to her paws and padded toward the puddle cautiously. She was afraid for what she might see. She crept forward and filtered her gaze down into the water. What she saw made her fur bristle. She saw that her ears were rounded and bended back slightly with tufts on the ends. Her tail was stubby and when she looked down at her paws, they were much larger than most cats. She had six toes and six claws. She felt a long tail lay across her shoulders. When she looked up, she saw Foxkit looking down at her, "See? Beautiful."

A/N: Can anyone guess what type of cat Gentlekit is? Please review and tell me what you think!