A/N: I'm back! I want to thank Moonbeam141 and princessanastasiaromanov464 for reviewing for my story! It really is nice to know people actually are reading my story!

Moonbeam141: I will add the flashback in a later chapter.

princessanastasiaromanov464: okay, sure.

Anyways, here is chapter 1.

Chapter 1

Deep in the milk scented nursery, a small dark brown tabby she-cat lay fast asleep at her mother's belly. It was peaceful, the last of the snow melted, leaving puddles outside of the camp. Grasskit, yawning, opened her eyes and blinked a few times at the dimly lit den. Everything was a little fuzzy at first, but slowly, her eyes adjusted.

Turning around, she looked at the cat behind her. She had a sleek, grey pelt with purple wings folded neatly on her back, just between the shoulder blades. The grey she-cat smiled warmly, looking at her daughter. "You've opened your eyes," she purred. That must be momma, she thought. She left a kick from the ginger kit beside her and she smiled, shaking him gently with her soft black front paws, in hopes to wake him up.

"Grasskit! Don't wake up your brother!" the grey she-cat scolded and Grasskit looked at her paws, ashamed. Noticing that her daughter was sad, she nuzzled her. "Grasskit, don't worry. I'm not mad at you. You should just let your brother sleep more," she meowed.

"Okay momma," she replied, looking at her brother she had unsuccessfully woken up. He let out a murmur, turning over in his sleep. "What's out there?" Grasskit asked, flicking her tail at the nursery entrance.

"That is the camp. You may go out there to explore, but only once your brothers wake up," Pebblefall answered and her daughter nodded.

"WAKE UP!" She shouted loudly, earning a glare from her mother. The dark ginger kit's head shot up and he blinked his amber eyes, looking at her. Then the sandy grey kit and pale brown kit opened their eyes, waking up to see why she was shouting.

"Why were you shouting?" The pale brown kit asked stretching his wings. Grasskit looked at the wings, fascinated. Do I have wings also? She wondered, trying to look at her back.

Finally, the last kit, a lighter ginger furred one, woke up, stretching. "Grasskit, you, and your brothers, Foxkit, Barkkit, Tigerkit, and Stormkit," she began, flicking her tail at each kit as she said their name. "Can go out into camp but stay together and please don't get into trouble," she meowed.

"Okay!" Foxkit squeaked, hopping up and down on his paws.

Grasskit got to her paws, her stubby tail sticking straight out. She wobbled a bit on her paws, taking a few shaky steps. With each step, she gained balance until she was walking smoothly, not wobbling. Looking over at her brothers, Grasskit saw that she wasn't the only one who had been wobbling a bit when she was walking. Stormkit let out a squeak as he fell, landing back on the soft mossy nest. Pebblefall let out a purr. She nudging Stormkit back to his paws, helping him stay balanced.

"Can we go now?" Tigerkit asked his siblings. The five littermate making their way to the nursery entrance. It loomed over their heads, making Grasskit feel very small. The moment they got outside, bright sunlight made her squint. She blinked her green eyes a few times, getting used to the bright clearing.

"Wow! Look at everything!" Foxkit gasped

"This is huge! I can't believe how many cats there are!" Barkkit gasped and Grasskit couldn't help but agree with her brother. A few of the cats were sitting in groups, talking amongst themselves, some of them sharing prey.

Looking around, the brown tabby she-cat spotted a large tree stump, its roots peering out from the damp, muddy dirt. Then, farther back, she noticed a cave, the grey stones cracked and the entrance was big enough from a cat to squeeze through. "Look over there!" she meowed, angling her ears in the direction of the cave.

"Wow! Let's go check it out!" Stormkit replied and the five kits dashed over to the cave. Mud squelched under Grasskit's paws, turning them brown as they made their way to the cave.

"What's inside of it?" Tigerkit asked as they gathered in front of the entrance, a small tunnel leading down into darkness.

"I-I don't know," Barkkit stammered, peering in. "Is it safe?"

Grasskit looked down, sniffing. She only smelled the earthy scent of dirt-no cats. "If no one is in it, then it must be safe," Grasskit replied, walking inside. Her brothers followed her uneasily down the narrow tunnel. The tunnel opened up to a small den, moss covering the floor and the roof high above their heads.

The sound of pawsteps alerted the kits, who glanced over at the tunnel worried. "What are you doing in here?" a gruff voice demanded and a large, broad shouldered, brown tabby tom entered the den. His gold wings were folded neatly on his back and Grasskit crouched down. Pressing her belly fur to the mossy flooring, she blinked up at the tom fearfully.

"P-Please don't h-hurt us!" Barkkit pleaded, pressing himself up against the cold stone wall.

The tom let out a chuckle, amused by Barkkit's plea. "Barkkit, why would I hurt my kits?" he asked and Grasskit frowned. Kits? So this is our-

"Father!" Tigerkit squeaked, interrupting Grasskit's thoughts and rushed over to his father. Stormkit, Foxkit, and Barkkit did the same while Grasskit just stood there. Slowly, she walked towards him, still nervous.

"Grasskit," he said the happiness in his voice gone. His eyes were cold, losing their cheerfulness from before. "I am taking your brothers on a tour of camp. You can wait in the nursery and I will give you yours later," he replied, leading his kits outside.

"But I want to join you!" Grasskit whined, only to receive an icy glare from her father.

"Now Grasskit, I want to spend some time with my only daughter after. You know, alone. I will come back after," he lied and Grasskit sighed, trudging over to the nursery. It was so unfair. Sure, she got special alone time with her father, but she'd rather go with her littermates. Slipping into the nursery, she walked past two kits, about her age.

One of them was a black tom with blue eyes and grey wings and a white- and-black she-cat with pink wings. Grasskit didn't know their names and was about to ask, but changed her mind, dragging her muddy paws over to Pebblefall's nest. Pebblefall was sharing a squirrel with another she-cat, probably the mother of the two kits.

"Grasskit!" Pebblefall meowed shocked. "Why are you here and where are your brothers?" she asked and Grasskit sat down, curling her plumy tail over her paws.

"Flightstar went and took them on a tour of camp. He told me to wait here and after take me on a tour alone. Why did he not let me go with my brothers?" she murmured and Pebblefall gently grasped her daughter's scruff, bringing her close.

"Grasskit, don't worry. I'm sure things will get better," Pebblefall meowed, though she wasn't completely sure about it. "In the meantime, why don't you go and tour the camp by yourself?" Pebblefall purred and Grasskit's green eyes widened.

"R-Really? On my own?" she gasped and Pebblefall nodded.

"I'm sure you won't get in big trouble. Also, if you are lucky, you might catch up with your brothers," Pebblefall replied, tickling Grasskit on the nose with her tail tip.

Giggling, Grasskit got to her paws and scampered out. "Thanks momma!" she called over her shoulders. This time when she exited the nursery, the light wasn't so bright and she gazed around the camp. Tall trees seemed to reach the sky, stretching as far as she could see, just outside the clearing. Stone dens, one large and one smaller, were near the edge of the camp, against the side of a tall cliff.

Farther away, a den hidden with ivy stood. Curious, the young kit padded over to the smaller stone cave, peering in. Mossy nests covered the floor, a few occupied by a sleeping cat. A young tom, which had been asleep, opened his eyes and looked over at Grasskit. Yawning, he asked, "What are you doing in the apprentice den?" So this is the apprentice den!

"I was just looking around. It's my first time out!" she squeaked, nervous he might be mad.

"I'm Mintpaw," he replied with a smile before curling up and going back asleep. Grasskit turned around and exited the apprentice den, letting Mintpaw to sleep in peace and quiet. She spotted a large puddle not too far away and ran towards it. Jumping in it, she sent water splashing everywhere, a few cats hissing as they got splashed. A pure white she-cat exited a larger cave, tempting Grasskit to go and peek inside.

She stopped herself, knowing the warriors probably wouldn't be as nice and understanding as Mintpaw. Looking around the clearing, she spotted a small cave near a bunch of ferns. Curious to where that cave led to, she scampered over to the den. Pushing through the ferns, she entered the oddly smelling den. "H-Hello?" the young it called out, wondering if the den was empty.

A large, pure white tom walked towards her, his silver wings folded neatly on his back. "Oh, Grasskit. What are you doing in the medicine cat den? Are you sick?" he asked and the brown tabby she-cat shook her head.

"N-No," she stammered. "I was just showing myself around camp," she explained and the white tom nodded.

"My name is Frostfoot and the grey-and-white she-cat over there is my apprentice, Butterflypaw." They seem really friendly, she thought.

"Well, I have to go. Pebblefall is probably wondering where I am," she purred, bidding a goodbye to them and leaving the den. She began to make her way back to the nursery, passing two cats sitting together. The spoke in hused voices, causing Grasskit to strain her ears to catch what they were saying.

"Can you believe it?" A tortoiseshell she-cat whispered. "A wingless kit!"

"I know! How odd!" her friend agreed and the brown tabby kit quickened her pace as she felt their icy glares bearing down on her. Slipping into the nursery, she padded over to her mother's nest.

"How did you like camp?" Pebblefall asked and Grasskit smiled.

"It was huge! I saw the whole territory!" Grasskit exclaimed and Pebblefall shook her head.

"Actually-" she began only to be cut off my Foxkit who had appeared at the nursery entrance.

"Momma, is it okay if Flightstar teaches us some cool battle moves outside? Please?" he begged and Pebblefall looked at him, worried.

"Battle moves? Aren't you all a bit young to start learning to fight?" she said and Foxkit shrugged.

"Can we?" he repeated and Pebblefall sighed.

"As long as they aren't too advanced. Grasskit would you like to join them?" she asked her daughter, who nodded eagerly.

Foxkit shifted his paws, not looking directly at his mother. "Well… Flightstar said that Grasskit is a freak and we shouldn't play with her," he mumbled quickly before turning and racing outside.

Pebblefall narrowed her eyes at what her son had said; knowing Flightstar wasn't going to make this easy. "Momma, why doesn't father like me? He promised we would explore camp, just the two of us!" she murmured and Pebblefall sighed.

"Grasskit, don't worry. Everything will be fine," she murmured. Grasskit curled up at her mother's belly, looking up at her with bright green eyes.

"Can you tell me a story?" she asked quietly and Pebblefall nodded.

"Of course, my dear. How about I tell you a story how Wingclan was first made?"


"Wingfoot had found a safe place to call a camp, along with his mate, Songbird and a few of their friends. He-" Pebblefall stopped telling the story as she noticed Grasskit was sound asleep at her belly.


As Grasskit dreamed, she found she was in the center of camp, only it seemed empty and quiet. The chatting or flapping of wings had vanished and chills crawled up her spine.

"H-Hello? W-Where is everyone?" she called out, searching the empty camp for any signs of life. A low, raspy chuckle came from the bushes near the camp entrance as a slim, russet creature slunk over in her direction. Terrified, she backed away, hoping the creature would leave her alone. As it got closer, Grasskit could see jagged scars littering its pelt and saliva dripping from its sharp teeth.

She let out a whimper, the beast giving a menacing grin. The fox's large paw lashing out, its claws gleaming. The tiny kit let out a shriek as the claws torn through her fur, scarlet liquid oozing from the scratches. She tried to run but her paws felt rooted to the ground, stuck. "Help!" she wailed as more claws tore up her soft brown tabby fur.

She gave a few futile swipes at the creature, hoping to scare it off, only to amuse it. As the sticky, red puddle below her paws grew larger, she found each breath a struggle, black dots at the corners of her vision. The forest began to blur, getting darker and slowly, Grasskit felt her eyes grow heavy. With her last bit of energy, she let out a whimper, eyes closing and breathing ceasing. Then everything became dark.

A/N: Will Grasskit wake up from her dream or is she now with Starclan? What is the meaning of her dream and what did the fox have to do with the dream? Poor little Grasskit has very few friends, will she ever get more? I hope you liked the cliff hanger! Thanks again to Moonbeam141 and princessanastasiaromanvo464 for the reviews!

-Grasswing