Sins

Chapter One

`There shall be a life, where sometimes, you cannot see things you wish to believe in.` - Random Author.

Ash, ash and dust. That was all was and would be, he was alone, oh so very alone. It was an undying nightmare, alone, in a world of darkness. The clouds never peeked out the precious sun – or was it moon? He didn't know. He was alone; the wind was a harsh barrier of reality, swarming onto his pelt, waving it into the wind like a brush of paint.

The ash sunk beneath his paw-pads, he watched as dust swirled in the wind, a horrible colour of scarlet and brown – of the dead. It was sick.

Alone.

Forgotten.

And it was all their fault.

A warm milky scent made him squirm in the darkness, he didn't dare open his eyes – but the dream was long gone. He couldn't remember the objective of the silly dream. No, he just wanted to lie in the warm milky scented darkness and continue his sleep. It was nice, lying in warmth, embracing relaxation.

Then something prodded him.

"Mrrf...Bravekit go away." Wildkit complained squirming back into the warmth, a purr of amusement entered his ears that made him pin them subconsciously on his head.

"Come on Wildkit! I want to show you a bug I caught!" Bravekit's smooth and cheeky voice broke out in reply, Wildkit could hear a faint purr in the surrounding background and a faint sound of jumping paws – no doubt Bravekit.

Wildkit had opened his eyes two days ago – his brother a few seconds away from him. They were unbreakable, scurrying around the Nursery, causing mischief and pranks on their mother and Morningcry.

Wildkit smiled in his mother's warm milky fur, remembering the first days of opening his eyes. Both him and Bravekit scurried around the Nursery and pestered his mother with questions like 'Why is the Nursery made of brambles?' or 'Why is Morningcry fat?' and what made Wildkit purr madly was Bravekit's question, 'Why is Morningcry crying? Is she always sad in the mornings?'.

To put it short, the two brothers were annoying, but curious.

While Wildkit mused on his thoughts, a new voice – a voice of warmth yet infinite wisdom came into his ears, ringing around, "I think it's time you and you're brother go see the outdoors."

Dewdrop, Wildkit's and Bravekit's brave and wise mother of the Nursery. Immediately, sharp amber eyes opened to reveal a large creamy and white spotted face, forest green eyes glowing in warmth and curiosity. Wildkit glanced around, seeing the large open Nursery filled with a large barrier of brambles, thickets and moss holding the cats in a warm, cosy shelter.

He was in a mossy and feathery bedding with a large powerful queen wrapping her tail around his smaller, weaker and frail body that was destined to grow. Wildkit saw Bravekit talking to his mother's denmate; Morningcry. The expecting queen laid on her side, amused bright, warm amber eyes staring at the chatting tom-kit.

Wildkit turned back to Dewdrop who waited patiently, a warm smile on her jaws, "Really? We can go, outside?" Wildkit pressed, his deadly bright amber eyes narrowed slightly, as if checking if it was a trick.

Dewdrop's purr answered him, a light shake of her head, "No, it is not a trick." The queen unwrapped Wildkit, soft winds pressed against his scruffy fur, making him shudder slightly.

Wildkit smiled and nuzzled his mother's side with a loud rumbling purr and stood to his long legged paws, his scruffy tail dragged on the floor beneath his hind-legs. His ears perked his nose sharp, his eyes bright and ready to absorb new surroundings.

I'm ready for anything! Wildkit thought with determination.

"Now, when you go outside, do not annoy the warriors or any other cat. You also must not go outside the Camp, and promise you'll be good, the both of you." Dewdrop mewed sternly, her eyes narrowed.

Wildkit frowned, before jolting in surprise as Bravekit appeared beside him, his breathing calm – he must've heard and walked over. Wildkit frowned mentally to himself, he'll have to ask Bravekit about his 'abilities' to appear and disappear.

But then again, Bravekit is a tom-kit who talks like bugs are friends, and that moss is an enemy - I have a strange brother, Wildkit mused, smiling to himself, that makes it all the worth while.

Wildkit nodded, breaking quickly from his thoughts, "We promise! C'mon Bra – Hey wait up!" Wildkit cut himself off as Bravekit dashed to the shinning entrance with a; "Can't catch me!"

Wildkit picked up his paste and dove after his brother, arching his back and thundering his paws on the mossy earth. Bravekit purred in front of him as he sped outside into the shinning, blinding, light.

Yelping, Wildkit ran blindly into the light, his amber eyes shrinking as he saw nothing but pale white. And then, green – grass? He heard Morningcry talk to Dewdrop of the 'grassy moors' as he suckled milk with his brother a few days before.

Wildkit didn't get another chance to think more, as his face crashed into the 'grass' and he scrambled his hind-legs in air, frustration and embarrassment built inside him.

I must look ridiculous! He thought bitterly, scrambling his hind-legs until they landed with a loud thud. At that moment, a purr arose as Wildkit lifted his head and glared at Bravekit, who stood tall, sun shining behind him.

"Need help, brother?" Bravekit asked, offering a paw, Wildkit rolled his eyes and replied with a huff and stood to his paws.

"When you end up like that, I will purr all over you, brother." Wildkit shot back, a smirk played on his jaws.

Bravekit shrugged, placing his empty paw back onto the 'grass' and flicked his thin creamy and black spotted tail, brown eyes shone in mischief, "I will fly with the hedgehogs before that happens."

"Oh yeah?" Wildkit pressed, leaping upon his brother, with a cry the two brothers tumbled down and began pawing each other's faces, and scuffs of fur blurring and rolling all over the green grass. Cries and taunts escaped their jaws as they pawed, kicked and nipped at each other's pelts.

But in the end, Wildkit used his brawn as he slipped aside from a paw swipe of his brother and tackled him face first with a sloppy head butt. With a squeal, Bravekit fell down with Wildkit.

Wildkit pinned Bravekit with a satisfied smirk, he glanced up before shooting his head straight up, bright amber eyes widening in surprise, his jaws shaped in a 'O' of surprise. Bravekit below him noticed his surprise and turned his head aside, and mimicked his brother's face.

A large Camp entered their visions as large towering cats strode pass with dead creatures bigger than the bugs they captured in the Nursery. Wildkit watched with undying curiosity as he stared at a large den made of rocks. Two cats, too far away to identify, were pawing and holding some kinds of leaves in jaws and paws.

The brothers slipped off each other and stood, jaws still gaping, curiosity burning like the brightest flame inside them. They both watched as more cats pulled and strode in view, some went to the large towering rock in the middle of Camp, dropping the creatures inside a leafy pile. Others went to a further and yet higher rock with a large she-cat looming above.

"Did we tumble to far from Dewdrop?" Bravekit asked Wildkit, turning his brown eyes to him, finally shutting his jaws.

So many cats! Wildkit shook his head, "I don't think so, besides, I can still scent Dewdrop from here." He admitted, the milky scent still brushed on his nose, he glanced behind him, the Nursery brambles not to far away, a few pawsteps, he boredly brushed his paw on the 'grass'.

Bravekit watched his forepaw and brightened with a broad smile, "Hey, is this the 'grass' Morningcry talked about!" Bravekit squealed and pawed the grass, turning around in circles as he inspected every stalk.

Wildkit scoffed at his brother's silliness, but he too, looked at the 'grass'. Each stalk was of a bright green color – better than the brambles and thickets of the Nursery and of the mossy bedding. Each stalk wavered by the wind, dancing, teasing and wrapping around Wildkit's paw.

I wonder what grass tastes like... Wildkit thought, and with determination, he bit a stalk and swallowed, he recoiled and spat out the remaining greenery, an amused purr echoed in the backgrounds as he stared at Bravekit's brown eyes mirroring his own amber ones.

"Wildkit ate grass!" Bravekit sing-songed, Wildkit glared at his brother, "Did not!" Hot shame and embarrassment coursed through him, but arrogantly, he didn't back down.

"Did too!" Bravekit recoiled, his smirk wider.

"Not!" Wildkit spat back, his ears pinned, glaring up at his taller and – thirty seconds older, brother.

"Did!"

"Not!"

"Did!"

"Not!"

"Did!"

"Not!"

"What is going on over here?" Came the familiar voice of Dewdrop, the two tom-kits turned at the same time and stared at the towering she-cat, amber eyes glinting in worry. Her creamy and white spotted face loomed over the two toms.

"We tumbled down the Nursery and –"Bravekit began, his voice in a normal bored tone.

"We saw all the warriors and new dens –"Wildkit added, glancing at his brother, they both smirked and decided to play along.

"And then Wildkit ate grass –"Bravekit pointed in, Wildkit fought back a insult or protest that his brother was lying.

And Morningcry says I'm the liar Wildkit thought sarcastically, "– And Bravekit thought I was a bug."

"Which he was –"

"- But really I am not a bug, who says that?"

"– We argued."

"And then –"

"You came in." The two toms finished and awaited the reaction of their mother, surprisingly, she let out a warm purr and nuzzled their tiny heads, Wildkit flinched and rolled his eyes in the sappy moment while Bravekit took it all in.

"I'm just glad you didn't get harmed in any way, enjoying the view of the Camp?" Dewdrop asked, Wildkit nodded enthusiastically.

The she purred, "Good, you'll meet your father soon, he's coming back from a Border Patrol."

That perked the questioned inside both toms, Border Patrol? Wildkit thought, staring at the Camp with all the bustling taller cats, what's a Border Patrol? He wondered.

Sensing their confusion, Dewdrop jumped into the answer, "A Border Patrol is where a group of warriors mark the territory from the Barn –"Her long thick tail – pride swirled in Wildkit's stomach, a tail like his! He followed her tail's direction, seeing tiny shapes in the horizion, past the rocky den and tall rocks, "And to ThunderClan territory, and the Moonpool." She finished, both Wildkit and his brother watching the tail like a hungry lion.

"Moonpool?" Brave asked.

"ThunderClan?" Wildkit added, frowning, his amber eyes narrowed, nothing made sense! I'll soon find out...Right? Panic seized his stomach, what if he didn't figure out what Dewdrop was saying?! He'll never be a warrior!

Warrior...The words made a new spark inside, the tom remembered the words of his mother and Morningcry consulting about how the warriors were. Warrior, a cat of power, intelligence and bravery – I'll be one, no matter what! Wildkit thought to himself with a burning desire.

"-Of cats who live in the forest." Dewdrop finished, Wildkit blinked, what was she saying?

Mouse-dung! What was she saying? He cursed inwardly, peering at Bravekit who nodded in every word spoken from his mother.

"The Moonpool however, is where Medicine Cats and Leaders consult StarClan for visions, prophecies and warnings." Dewdrop added, settling Wildkit's nerves – only a little though.

"And what Clan are we?" Bravekit asked, Wildkit frowned – "WindClan little one, the home of the fastest and most loyal cats of the Clans."

Wildkit puffed out his chest in pride, his Clan must be so brave and loyal! He'll be just like all of his Clanmates, loyal, strong, wise, fast, and honourable.

No, not the fastest, Bravekit's faster than me, Wildkit admitted, sneaking a glance at his brother. So he took another rank, he was loyal.

"I'll be the most loyal WindClan warrior in all of WindClan!" Wildkit insisted to Dewdrop who smiled and nodded softly, Bravekit beside him sniggered.

"What? I'll be the best!" Wildkit whirled to face his brother and prepared for an argument, but frowned as the tom kit coughed away his awkward sniggering and sat, his small tail curled onto his tiny paws.

"You will, brother, but, promise me you won't go in adventures without me." Bravekit turned to face Wildkit; the scruffy younger brother smiled and batted his brother's face with a purr.

"Of course! We'll stick together! No matter what!" Wildkit insisted, and I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, brother of mine, he thought silently.

"He's here." Dewdrop suddenly said, turning around to face an oncoming sound of pawsteps.

Who's here? Wildkit thought, scrambling beside his mother's forepaws, Bravekit flanking him, the two walked beneath their mother, questioning glances at the she and at each other.

"Grizzlefang," Dewdrop mewed; Wildkit felt an anger burn in his stomach at the tone of his mother's voice – weak, was the cat she was talking to harming her in anyway?

I'll show him – er – her! Wildkit thought hesitantly, his small claws dug into the earth. Bravekit noticed his anger and nudged him lightly. The two toms slowly crept from underneath Dewdrop's standing form. Bravekit gasped, Wildkit blinked, all anger gone.

"Kits, meet your father." Dewdrop mewed.

Review! And if you do, the reaction of Grizzlefang will be done quickly! Flames will be toasted for BBQ this time. Did I give Wildkit and Bravekit good personalities and non-Gary Sues? Or is it Stues? I don't know!

Erin Hunter owns WindClan, not me, but the cats I own.