"Aaaaaargh!"

Fangkit's eyes fluttered opened as the scream erupted camp. To her right flank lay Webkit, who could practically sleep through a thunderstorm, still with his eyes closed and his tail wrapped around his muzzle. Whitekit was still nuzzled up close to her mother, Brighteyes, but an annoyed groan escaped her as the scream sounded again and Brighteyes shifted in her sleep. On the other side of the nursery, where Mousestalker and her kits usually slept, was empty.

Another scream had Fangkit's curiosity piqued and she scrambled out of the den. Outside Mousestalker sunned on a rock that bordered the small stream while her kits, Whiskerkit, and Wolfkit, pretended to attack a rouge, who was the unfortunate Whiskerkit. Peering around a branch that hung over the nursery she spotted Bluepaw sprawled out in the medicine clearing.
"Oh be quiet Bluepaw before the whole clan thinks foxes have invaded." It was Tanglefoot, Rockclan's medicine cat.
"Foxes!" Wolfkit piped, overhearing the medicine cat's words, "I'm gonna catch a fox one day!"
"Not a chance, you're too tiny." Whisperkit squeaked.
"Oh really..." He said before leaping at his sister. Fangkit debated whether to go over and play with the younger kits, but shrugged, deciding she wanted to see what was up with Bluepaw.
The medicine cat clearing was nestled between the outermost wall of the camp and a small waterfall that created a little pool with moss covered rock around it.
She padded over to where Tanglefoot was working on Bluepaw when she noticed Gingerpaw at her side.
"Gingerpaw, what happened?" She questioned her former den mate. Gingerpaw walked away from the noisy waterfall and closer to Fangkit.
"Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you over that waterfall. I don't know how Tanglefoot sleeps at night." Fangkit let out an amused purr.
"I said, what happened to Bluepaw?"
"Oh, she broke her leg." She said with a bored tone before whispering more excitedly, "And Tanglefoot says she might not be able to become a warrior for a while."
"Oh that's too bad. I know she will..." But she was broken off by Tanglefoot who noticed the disappearance of his apprentice.
"Gingerpaw, are you going to stand there gossiping all day? I need some comfrey for Bluepaw's leg, but we ran out. Can you go out and fetch some?" He said before giving his full attention back to the apprentice.
"Yes Tanglefoot!" Gingerpaw hollered back. She turned back to Fangkit, wished her goodbye, then leaped across the small stream and headed to the southern exit leading down to the river at the edge of Rockclan's territory. Fangkit longed to be able to go out with Gingerpaw but knew that kits weren't allowed to go out of camp. But she still held on to the hope that it would not be long now, Gingerpaw was only a moon older then her.
She looked sadly at Bluepaw as she overheard Tanglefoot telling her the news. Fangkit was ready for an outrage from her but Bluepaw stayed quiet as her eyes became glossy. Fangkit walked back under the shade part of the nursery provided and laid down.

The sun was in mid sky and the dawn patrol was just coming back with a mouth full of fish. Greeneye, the deputy, shouldered threw the sheltered tunnel at the top of the ledge leading into camp. Following was Cinderwillow, Blackpool, Dashpelt, and Sunspark with her apprentice Mottlepaw. They began to bound down the ledge as it slopes down. Fangkit becomes captivated at her father's, Dashpelt, movement. His dark tortoise shell pelt matches hers perfectly, yet his long, skinny body would never compare with her large, heavy shape. Though she takes pride in it, for as she is told it matches her mother's perfectly, right down to the muscular long legs. She has tried many times to picture her mother, cinnamon pelted she-cat with deep, creamy ember eyes, and could tower over anyone with the exception of Roughstar. She sighed, remembering the last part of her description, beautiful.
Across the stream she watched her father carry a piece of prey to the fresh kill pile placed behind the elders den. Then he picked up a nice shrew for himself. He turned around and for a split second their eyes met. His greenish-yellow eyes burned with embarrassment before he turned around to eat in front of the warriors den. She missed her father, no that couldn't be true because he had never given her a chance to know him. After her mother died he didn't bother with Fangkit. He wanted nothing to do with her. Depressed, Fangkit sat her head back on her paws.
"No, this can't be right! She has trained harder than any cat! Sure there is more you can do for!" The outburst brought Fangkit out of her daydream and she looked over to the medicine cat clearing where Mottlepaw sat speaking harshly to Tanglefoot about her sister.
"No Mottlepaw, everything is alright. It will heal in a couple of moons." Spoke Bluepaw, calming her sister. Mottlepaw looked back at her sister with mournful eyes.
"But I thought we would be made warriors together; Otterpaw, me and you." Mottlepaw said with a squeak in her voice. Bluepaw was about to respond but Fangkit was distracted as a weight suddenly plopped on to her back.
"Gotcha!" It was Wolfkit. Fangkit easily slid him off her back and turned to face him with her teeth bared, suddenly eager to use her energy on a game. He growled back at her eager now.
"Get out of our territory you mangy fox! This land belongs to Rockclan!" Behind Wolfkit came tumbling brother, Whiskerkit and sister, Whisperkit.
"Never." Fangkit sneered. She was sprang forward and batted Wolfkit with her paws. He reared up, meeting her height and met her with a blow. Behind her Whisperkit leaped onto her back and Whiskerkit (who is quite larger than his sibling's) nudged Fangkit which finally sent her tumbling over awkwardly.
"Victory is ours!" Woflkit cheered and his siblings joining in.
"Oh hush now, I swear you are the loudest kits in Rockclan." Mousestalker scoffed behind them. Still her eyes shown with love.
"Now come on, let's get you something from the fresh kill pile." She purred walking over to the slimmest part in the stream so her kits could cross.
Behind Fangkit, Brighteyes, her adoptive mother, and her kits Whitekit and Webkit were just walking out of the nursery, no doubt woken up by Wolfkit and his little followers.
"Momma I'm hungry." Wails Whitekit, looking up at her mother with a pouty face. Brighteyes had already got nestled down in a nice patch of sunlight and groaned.
"Well your old enough... the dawn patrol just came back, go get some fresh kill. And take Fangkit with you." She said noticing her for the first time.
Fangkit sighed. There was nothing wrong with Brighteyes, she was a nice mother, treating her fairly, but never with the fondness of a mother looking after her kit as she often seen Mousestalker do. The real problem was Whitekit and her little follower Webkit. Webkit didn't talk much, and his movement was always based off of. But Whitekit would never disobey her. So with one harsh glance towards Fangkit, Whitekit and her brother began sauntering towards the stepping stones. But halfway there Whitekit stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Well aren't you coming?" she questioned.
Dropping her head in embarrassment, she followed them. Right around the bend of ledge that partly hid the medicine den was the stepping stones that crossed over to the other side of camp. The stream leading from the small waterfall is thin enough for Fangkit to cross in one leap, but her legs are much longer than other kits. Yet the stream widens before it drops down in a large waterfall.
The smooth river stones felt soft under her dark paws, but she barely touched them as she bounded after Whitekit and Webkit. Then, towering over them, padded up Roughstar. A dark stripe ran along his back and up to his forehead, his ears where large, and brown pelt shone after a nice tongue bath. His pale green eyes stared down at the kits. Webkit let out a slight gasp, but Whitekit stood with her chin high. However, Roughstar just nodded, and walked past him. Ahead of them, next to the freshkill pile, lay Whiskerkit, Whisperkit, and Wolfkit, with there mother a no more than a tail length away chattering with Poppynose. Whisperkit leaned into Whiskerkit and whispered, "I wonder what it's like to be related to the leader!" She spoke, exasperating the 'leader' part. Fangkit stood taller, proud, knowing they were talking about her. But she stopped when Whitekit turned around and gave her a harsh glare.
"Come on." She practically growled to her brother, who flowered. Like always, the minute they were out of Mousestalker' sight, she turned evil again. Although, lately Mousestalker has been a little less observant and Whitekit doesn't try much to hide her dislike for Fangkit.
Sighing, Fangkit picked a sparrow from the fresh kill pile and sat next to Whisperkit, who greeted her nicely. Her and her brothers all chatted excitedly about becoming apprentices and even tried to welcome her into the conversation but failed. She was too busy staring out into space thinking about her father. After finishing her sparrow she laid her head on her paws. Something was missing. In the midst of a busy clan her life was well boring. Maybe it was just because she was a kit but she felt as if she had no hope. She couldn't even hope of becoming a warrior one day. What would one warrior do? Fangkit would make no difference. Moons from now when she is gone and dead no one will remember her. So what's the point?