"What i-is rong?" She asked. "Your eyes are, th-they're…" Her mother dragged off, but continued "Purple!" She exclaimed. Her brother, she assumed though he was not similar she felt a connection and meaning for he was always near, came close and stared into her eyes for the longest time, seeming to be puzzled at why her eyes were irregular. "Why would purple eyes be weird?" He squeaked. "Well, cats don't usually have purple eyes." Her mother explained as the medicine cat picked up the purple-eyed kit and carried her into the medicine den.
The white kit sniffed all the exciting new objects around her when she entered the medicine den for the first time. "What is your name, little kit?" Asked Juniperleaf warmly. "I-I don't h-have a n-n-name." She mewed, swallowing hard, the medicine cat's amber gaze slid thoughts into her head, they pushed her to believe she would be hurt and tested. "Well, that's quite sad, I'll call you Pure for now because of you're pure white fur."
She only wanted to be a normal kit! But no cat would ever treat her properly with her bulging ugly eyes. Juniperleaf smiled, but soon grunted, "purple eyes indeed" she meowed, unnervingly. "Pure, you are quite special! Hold it in your heart that you are that. There is nothing wrong with you, you're eyes are beautiful and never feel embarrassed about them, alright?" Juniperleaf said, and the kit gave a curt nod. Pure felt happier now, should she really be proud of her eyes though. She growled a small sound in the bottom of her throat, it shouldn't matter. Her eyes didn't matter, she could still be the greatest warrior in the forest!
Juniperleaf brought her to the den she was in before. "Your kit is fine" she said, and quickly left. The gray kit was resting by her mother's tail, she had been too convinced she would wake him she hadn't dared move the kit. Pure skidded to her mother and purred, she snuggled deep into her fur and pawed her, turning her small gaze up to her, "Mother, my name is Pure!" She mewed spitefully, but also quiet enough not to wake her brother. Her mother had a disgusted look in her eyes, but forced it down and looked deeply into her kit's pools. She convinced her she was unique, special, and murmured, "No, your mine," and wrapped her soft tail around her kit.