"All cats of Rockclan gather here below the clan branch to listen to the words I have to say."
The familiar call rang through Fangkit's ears and she shot up in a start. In her movement her tail fluttered over Whitekit's nose; that let out a groan of protest while batting it away. Rolling her eyes she sauntered out of the nursery, not waiting for them. Mousefur and her kits were outside, still teeming with energy as Wolfkit and his sister pretend to chase out Whiskerkit, the intruder, out of camp. Behind her paw steps approach and Whitekit gives her an annoyed shove.
"Move, you're so big you block up the whole entrance." Whitekit squeals.

Fangkit ignored her and lets Brighteyes lead with her two kits at her flank. Staring at them makes her wish she had met her mother. But sadly, she was killed by a fox after giving birth to her. Her mother had snuck out of camp that night, not expecting to give birth then. However, somehow Fangkit managed to escape the attack and was found by a hunting patrol down by the stream that runs through the moorland. She didn't remember much but wished she did. After that her father, Dashpelt, ignored her. He wanted nothing to do with her. And that bothered her most of all.
Fangkit suddenly noticed that she had walked mindlessly to the other side of camp where the clan branch hung over the leaders den that is nestled under a broken tree and heather. Perching himself on top of the branch was Roughstar himself.
"Today it is time to make two new apprentices, Mottlepaw and Otterpaw." He summoned the two apprentices who left there sisters side. Mottlepaw turned around and looked mournfully at Bluepaw but she gave one encouraging nod for her to continue.
"I, Roughstar, leader of Rockclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in turn. Otterpaw, Mottlepaw? Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Otterpaw looked up at the leader towering over him and responded firmly, "I do." Roughstar turned to Mottlepaw, "I do."
"Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Otterpaw, from this moment you will be known as Otterbelly. Starclan honors your forethought and courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Rockclan." Roughstar bent down and rested his muzzle on Otterbelly's head and he licked his shoulder in return before he moved on to Mottlepaw.
"Mottlepaw, from this moment you will be known as Mottlefeather. Starclan honors your honesty and determination, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Rockclan." And again he rested his tan muzzle on her head and she licked his shoulder. The minute he pulled away Bluepaw began chanting, "Otterbelly, Mottlefeather," and quickly the rest of the clan joined in including Fangkit. "Tonight, Mottlefeather and Otterbelly will sit their vigil of silence guarding the camp." Shouted Roughstar as the clan quieted down.
As he leapt down from the clan branch Webkit began yapping excitedly, "I can't wait till I become a warrior! I will be the best hunter in the clan!" Then of course Whitekit had to include something nasty about Fangkit in the conversation.
"Well just make sure you keep quite a distance from Fangkit. She would scare all the prey away with her face." She taunted, sending a glare towards her.
There was nothing she could say in response. And honestly, sometimes she forgot about her face. Torn, scarred from the fox's claws, and leaving one eye blind; it was the most pitiful, and ugliest thing that would never be desired. She ducked her head away from Whitekit and let her shoulder past her. She heard a low hiss beside her and looked up to see Wolfkit, "Oh, forget her. She would probably be to clumsy to even catch a mouse that flew right under her nose." Still distraught, Fangkit nodded at him, though he couldn't see since he was already heading for the nursery. And as Fangpaw turned to follow him she bumped straight into Foxpaw.
"Watch where you're going there!" She purred. The frown washed across her face. Foxpaw was Gingerpaw's sister, and one of her best friends.
"Sorry. You know I barely ever see you anymore! Ever since you became an apprentice you have always been so busy." Fangkit responded.
"Well maybe if you kept you eyes of the ground you might see me more often. What's the matter?" She questioned, her tone getting more serious.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's silly really, just Whitekit's teasing." She whimpered.
"Is that snowball still bothering you? Well you just ignore her and all she'll be doing is biting her own neck." Foxpaw commented in her usual joking tone.

Fangkit's whisker's twitched with amusement, feeling comforted by her old friend.
"Well I'm tired! I'm gonna go to sleep." She said as a yawn escaped her.
"Now your turning as lazy as an elder!" Fangkit purred, hiding her disappoint meant that they couldn't play or talk some more. And as Foxpaw walked away she looked over her shoulder, "Oh, just wait till you start training! You'll be able to sleep for a moon," she hollered before entering the apprentice den.
Fangkit felt better after her talk with Foxpaw, but somehow Whitekit's words still crept in her head. It was silly really; Wolfkit and Foxpaw tried to comfort her but she saw it in Foxpaw's eyes and probably's Wolfkit's too, if she had been looking. They both knew that she was ugly. She turned and walked over to a small pool blocked off from the regular flow of the stream by a couple of stones A faint glow from the setting sun reflected her face back at her. It was dark with mottled spots and one large pink scare running down her one eye. She imagined Foxpaw next to her; her beautiful, sleek ginger fur, with faint tabby marks, and her fluffy tail were all perfection. Angrily, Fangkit erupted the water with her paw. When it calmed back down what she saw scared her. In her reflection was a dark cat with brown and black spots with scars that look like from years of battle and long teeth that look like fangs. She relaxed her fur, realizing it was her reflection. She stepped back from the water with fear shown on her face. The sun was gone from the sky and only left a few streaks of light in the sky. Most cats had retreated to their dens except for Otterbelly and Mottlefeather who were faced away from her. She was alone, thank Starclan.
"Fangkit?" Or maybe she wasn't.

She looked up to see Wolfkit on the other side of the stream. And his face was worse than hers had been. He had seen; he had seen her, the monster inside her. Not her, just a mishap, a mistake. But maybe, she thought, it was her answer. She felt so useless before and considered the fox attack a curse. But maybe, it might save her now.