Challenge Three for CotS

Gingerfleck gave a screech as her last kit entered the world. Her eyes squeezed shut with pain, yet relief. "Finally... Wait, that was the last, right?!" She raised her head in fear.

The medicine cat laughed. "Yes, my dear friend. 'Twas the last. And the cutest, must I say." Specklefang smiled, flicking her long, furry tail. She pawed at the kits, smiling.

The last kit was adorable, no doubt about it. She had sleek, silvery, shiny fur. Her paws were white with black toes and she had black tipped, white ears.

The first, however, was a different story. She had tufted brown fur with dirt-like grey streaks and white paws. Her left, back leg was bent at a horrific angle to that it twisted back, hovering above her tail.

Gingerfleck noticed this and screeched. The matter was, this was Moonclan. A clan of elegant cats who were protected by a to up called, "The Dark Skies." Most to all cats had either dark, shiny fur, or light, sleek fur.

The kits' father, Windclaw, entered the nursery, trembling with nervousness. He was quite the handsome tom, having silver fur with white speckles and shining green eyes. He smiled at his mate, and tilted his head at her expression. "What's the pro-" he was cut off as he gaped at the monstrosity that his mate had been covering with his tail. "What is that?! Who's is that?!"

Gingerfleck gulped. "O-ours..." She took in a breath, waiting for his reply.

"I-it's okay... She's beautiful in her own way.." He tried to fake a smile, glancing to the side a bit.

Gingerfleck hissed. "What?! Are you kidding?! You're the best fighter in this clan! I'm the fastest runner, and the pretties shecat after Flaredstar! You call this out kit? I wouldn't! She can be named Disgrace, as she doesn't deserve the name 'Kit'."

Windclaw gaped at his mate's words. "Are you kidding me?! Who are you?! I thought you had a heart! She will be called Nightkit!"

Gingerfleck snarled. "Then this," she uncovered the beautiful shecat, "Will be Lightkit..." She smiled down at Lightkit, licking her head. "I refuse to nurse Disgrace."

Speckledfang frowned at her friend. "You can't be se-"

"I am! This is final!" The queen hissed.

Speckledfang shook her head and glanced at the other new queen, Bloodshard. "Would y-"

"Of course." Bloodshard nodded. "This kit deserves to live. Nightkit." She pulled the kit close with her tail and watched as she began to nurse with her two other kits; Goldenkit and Strikekit.

Nightkit stepped up to high rock, smiling. She was about to become an apprentice! She stood at the top with Lightkit, who smiled at her. She smiled back. The two sisters got along, despite their mother's hatred for Nightkit.

Nightkit stepped forward a bit, closer to the edge of the rock that towered above the clan. This is where Starclan and Moonclan met. Nightkit wobbled a bit as Starclan's light shone upon she and Lightkit. Their markings were almost done when Nightkit fell, plummeting toward the ground.

Windclaw raced forward, slamming into the side of the rock and catching his daughter. He stood up with a huff, shaking his head.

The majority of the clan laughed and cackled at her mistake. Her mother especially.

Windclaw didn't care. He walked his daughter all the way up to the top and let her marking finish. It was a paw sign. Part of it was missing from her fall, but it was alright.

The cats of the clans cheered. Everyone chanted Lightpaw's name, but half of the clan chanted Disgrace while the others chanted Nightpaw.

"Nightfoot! Nightfoot! Lightfeather! Lightfeather!" The cats chanted the names as the cats stood atop the rock. Nightfoot had proven the others wrong about her being a disgrace, becoming one of the best fighters of the clan. Lightfeather, however, was found to be mates with a ton in another clan. She couldn't stand for her ceremony, being found to be pregnant as an apprentice. Nightfoot had a deformity, but she was loyal and she never gave up.

And that's all that mattered.