Tearkit stared at Firekit. Had he really just said that? Was she really going to be forced to kill her brother? No. It wasn't true. It was all a lie. But it wasn't.
Tearkit couldn't breathe. She felt herself rasping for air, praying to StarClan for her to wake up next to her mother, and get a normal name. Something like Fernkit, or Ashkit, something regular.
But it didn't happen. So instead she curled up and went to sleep.
Tearkit awoke to a claw prodding her sharply in the side. "Up. Up!" Scarface was yelling. The other kits were filing out of the puddle hole, looking fearful.
Scarface paced up and down.
"Today you will become 'paws. If you do not do what we say in training every day, you will not like the way you end up. Now, before we start we have some business to attend to," Scarface muttered coldly. Tearkit- that is, paw- stared defiantly into his eyes. He began pacing again.
"Tearpaw! Snarlpaw!" he announced. "You are siblings! One of you are not allowed to live. Fight, or I will kill you both. Unless you can kill me, that is. So there are your two choices: fight each other, or fight me," Scarface finally finished. Tearpaw turned to Snarlpaw. She stared into her best friends eyes, enjoying the confidence in them. Slowly, she nodded to him. She turned on him and they began circling each other.
"Good choice," Scarface snickered. "You never would have beaten me," he cackled maniacally.
Then Tearpaw nodded once more, and they both turned on Scarface. Together the young cats leaped up and landed squarely on his back. His idiotic laughter stopped at once and he yowled in surprise. The other kits cheered happily. Firekit pranced forward once or twice, then stopped. He looked over his shoulder. "Fight!" he announced.
The other kits ran forward and began tearing the older cat up.
He continued yowling in surprise, but in his shock couldn't fight back. The kits fought madly. Timepaw got a split nose. Honorpaw was flailing in pain, but quickly jumped back into the fight. Firepaw was fighting like a maniac, and unbeatable ball of flying fury.
Out of nowhere, Scarface went still, and stopped breathing. The kits stepped back. One of them had managed to land a bite on the cats throat. He was dead.
Laughing came from behind them. "Well done, young kits, well done. You'll learn quickly."