So I failed my geometry test (80%!) and my textbook started talking about marijuana. My life is going great, ya know?
Mosskit: *runs in with other StarClan kits* Hey, what's marijuana?
Me: Young kits aren't supposed to know what those are. Sorry.
Blossomkit: What does it taste like?
Me: ...how am I supposed to know? I've never tried it, and I don't want to, thanks.
Hollykit: *pulls out cannabis leaf* Is this it?
Me: OH MY GOD PUT THAT DOWN RIGHT NOW *lunges and misses*
Hollykit: Yay! I want to eat it!
Me: *on the ground* SOMEONE CONFISCATE THAT LEAF
Hollykit: HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!
Mosskit: I wanted to try it...
Children, do not eat strange leaves that could potentially be drugs that you find on the ground. Now, on that happy note, let's start the story.
"Heatherkit! Oakkit! Frostkit! Come back here right now!" Silverleap yowled.
Heatherkit glanced back from where she was sniffing at a fallen stick on the ground. "What now?" she grumbled.
"Come on!" Frostkit purred, poking Heatherkit with a snowy paw. "Stop being a grouchy hedgehog!"
Heatherkit frowned. She had wanted to wait outside a little longer for the apprentices to come out of their den, but she followed Oakkit and Frostkit back into the nursery, her paws crunching on the white snow.
Silverleap gathered them into her pelt and began furiously licking them to get them warm. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Oakkit pushed away. "Silverleap, we're fine!"
Pinefeather padded up behind the silver queen, her kits already rolling in the snow. "Kits will be kits," she purred, glancing at Snowkit and Emberkit.
Heatherkit felt her white-and-ginger fur begin to bristle. Snowkit and Emberkit were two moons older than her and her littermates, and their apprentice ceremony was in a quarter moon. However, it wasn't the prospect of them being warriors before her that pissed her off.
Thistlepaw...
"Let's go join them!" Frostkit squealed, interrupting Heatherkit's train of thought as she bounced towards the two older kits.
Oakkit excitedly agreed, and Heatherkit couldn't stop herself from rolling her violet eyes. Every cat knew Oakkit had a crush on the lithe white she-cat, which in her eyes was completely ridiculous. She was way prettier...
Right?
"Come on!" Frostkit called from a few tail-lengths away, and Heatherkit realized she was standing alone. She shook her pelt to get rid of the snow piling on top of her, and bounded towards the other kits.
Snowkit and Emberkit broke apart, silding on the snowy ground to face each other in attack stances.
"That's so cool!" Frostkit exclaimed, and Heatherkit felt annoyed.
"I bet you can't beat me easily!" she challenged.
Snowkit turned towards her, cold annoyance sparking in her green eyes. "How would you know?" she hissed. "While we've been fighting, you were just laying inside the nursery expecting cats to drop food at your feet!"
Heatherkit's ears burned. Was that really true? However, she stood her ground defiantly and snarled back, "It's not my problem if you want to be killed before you're an apprentice!"
"Yeah, what would you know about combat?" Frostkit rose to support her sister, golden eyes blazing. "You don't even have a father to teach you anything, kittypet!"
Shock stiffened in between the five kits as Frostkit realized what she had said, fur spiking in alarm.
Snowkit took a silent step forward, tail lashing. "What," she snarled menacingly, "did you say?"
Emberkit blocked his littermate from Heatherkit. "Snowkit, calm down," he mewed soothingly. "These kits probably said it accidentally. We can't change what the Clan thinks of us."
Snowkit and Emberkit had been born from Pinefeather alone. ThunderClan had never known who their father was, and Pinefeather never told anyone, leading some cats to believe her kits were half-Clan or part kittypet.
Snowkit glared at Emberkit, but relented and stepped back from Heatherkit.
Smirking, Heatherkit pranced away, Frostkit and Oakkit stumbling after her. She padded towards the Highledge, bunching her muscles and springing on top.
"Sliverleap! Look!" Frostkit called. "Heatherkit can jump onto the Highledge!"
Mouse-brain! Heatherkit thought furiously, seething as Silverleap frantically nosed her off of the ledge. "Heatherkit, the Highledge can only be used by leaders!" her mother exclaimed. "Sorry about that," she added on, nodding to a cat behind Heatherkit.
Heatherkit spun around in wonder. Towering over her was a huge tabby tom with a light brown and gray pelt and forest-green eyes. "Who... who are you?" she finally managed to squeak out.
"Show some respect!" Oakkit hissed from the right of Silverleap, but the tom just purred in amusement. "Don't worry, little one. My name's Thrushstar."
"Yeah," Frostkit piped up. "He's the leader of ThunderClan."
Heatherkit gazed up in awe. Someday, she would be like that. Pelt sleek and shiny, stretching over strong muscles, violet eyes flashing...
Heatherstar, leader of ThunderClan!
I'm finally done! Great StarClan, the first chapter is always so hard to write.
In case you didn't read the story summary, this is Heathershade's biography, from how she went from an innocent kit to this crazy, fanfiction-addicted cat you see before you right now. *grins madly*
Bye for now!
~Heathershade