"Nightkit! Nightkit! Nightkit! Gosh, she sleeps through everything!"

"Now, little ones, don't disturb her, she was only brought into this world several days ago! Do you really expect her to just jump to her paws, ready to play?"

"Well, yeah..."

Nightkit stirred slightly. Her black paws twitched.

"Hey, look, she's alive!" Shrieked one of the voices, the noise echoing in Nightkit's ears.

"Look what you've done, you've woken her up! That's not a very nice thing to do, now is it, Frogkit?" An older cat scolded the younger.

Frogkit scuffed the floor angrily. His tail swiped at the floor, announcing that he had turned around to face the other kit that had spoken with him. He mumbled something indistinct to her, that sounded a bit like "Lilykit" and "stupid". A snarl from Lilykit was the almost instant reply.

"Don't call her stupid, both of you!" spat the older cat. Pawsteps echoed slightly around the den, and soon only the she-cat's scent lingered. Frogkit and Lilykit then checked outside the den before approaching Nightkit cautiously, as if they were entering a fox den. Frogkit's paw suddenly slashed out at her in a savage kick.

"But she is stupid, isn't she?" Lilypaw's breath stirred Nightkit's whiskers, as if mocking her. "Nightkit, the stupid little fox-dung-eating, twoleg-loving, kittypet."


"Nightkit! Wake up! You don't want Frogkit to beat you to the freshkill pile, do you?" Lilykit's cream tabby face loomed over her, her eyes narrowed into a scowl. Nightkit jumped as though shocked and scrambled up onto her paws. She was extremely small, even though she was nearly 6 moons old. There were many explanations for her size, but probably the most popular was the rumor (or more like fact) that she was a kittypet, and her friends didn't let her forget it. Nightkit pondered over this as she trotted to the freshkill pile, but she was jolted out of them suddenly as she tripped on something very large.

Nightkit uttered a small shriek and tumbled to the ground, doing multiple forward rolls before finally coming to a halt. A kit cackled behind her, and she lifted her dazed head to see Frogkit come into focus behind her. His face was contorted into a twisted smile, and as he bounded past her, he called, "Too slow, kittypet!"

Shaking her head, Nightkit got to her paws without a comment and gave Frogkit a weak purr of laughter. To her, this treatment was completely normal. Several times, a ShadowClan queen had come over to her and asked if she was okay, then walked off, content with Nightkit's short answer of "yes". It seemed like they didn't want to ask her in the first place, the way they would walk over to her very slowly, as if being restrained by an invisible force. On the bright side, they seemed to be able to tolerate her.

Nightkit's paws scuffed the ground irritably. Now that she thought about it, no one in the clan seemed to like her. Was it because she was a kittypet? In fact, was she a kittypet?