A/N: Hi. We have another chapter, wahoo! (I guess...) I have quite a bit of free time lately so I can write more, which means more frequent chapters. ;) An odd thing about this chapter is all I listened to was Lindsey Stirling while I wrote it. Not odd, but there's a fact for ya. Review Reply Time!

nightcore reality:Mutants seem like a hard thing to draw! Thanks, too. ;)

sparrow: Nor can I.

Hollyleaf3700: Thanks and I wouldn't want you to copy my idea, but you can do something like that. Just don't steal my idea, please? :)

Timbermist: Aw, thanks. It's not too good, in all honesty this version is better. (To me)

Snowfall16: I don't know... We'll see what's gonna happen. I've seen you're drawings, don't worry. They inspire me to practice to draw more. ;) [I'm also unsure if you know, but I'm "Fading Flame Shards". Not too surprising.]

Now we get to the part everyone seems to want.

Moonkit's P.O.V.

I feel awkward, without hesitation. Once I learned to walk, I realized no other cats have wings in the clan. My first intention was that they were unlucky, but the fact that no one appreciated my wings began to rub off on me. There was the occasional soft-heartedness towards me. None of what they said was true. I'm being raised somewhere I can't trust anyone, no matter what they say.

My tail curved around my paws, and my head tilted towards the sky, eyes searching for patterns in the stars. Yes, I'd heard of StarClan. The thing was I didn't really care for them too much, unlike the rest of the clan. I did care for them, just not like my clan. I guess that indicates something about me? Probably not.

Thin gray clouds drifted in the sky, some swirling along the stars' patterns, creating shapes no one else seemed to claim. I had this relationship with the sky that the clan thought was stereotypical, seems I have wings. But it's not just the sky in general- it's the night sky.

Every night I crawl out of the warm nursery den, eyes towards the stars. My wings spread, a soft chilly breeze ruffling the feathers making up the wings I possessed. My muscles tensed for a few small moments before I leapt into the frigid night air, flapping my wings and trying to fly. Sometimes I got in moods and had hopes that StarClan would help me. Silly? Yes, I know.

Longest time airborne; four seconds.

..:..

My claws curved around the slit of loose bark. I pulled it out, splintering my paw. I squeaked, pulling it out with small yet sharp teeth. My sister's voice made me jump, fur ruffling. I looked over in her direction, where she waved me over with her tail. My ears flattened onto my skull and I padded over, rather shyly. Maplekit cocked her head. "Want to play?" She glanced at Petalfire, then back at me in hopes of me not seeing. Too late.

I growled to myself. Another thing set up by mom. "Sure." I hissed through clenched teeth.

Maplekit frowned. I could see in her eyes that she really didn't want to play with me right now. She sighed, swaying her tail. "You caught on…. There's no point in playing then." She grinned, ambling away.

My ears fell from their perked position, wings and tail drooping as well. My heart sunk and swelled with mixed emotions. I padded straight past Petalfire over to the Nursery, crawling into the nest I slept in each night. Guess I'll play with myself. I clawed a chunk of moss out, rolling onto my back and tossed the moss ball into the air, pushing it back up with my right forepaw as it came back down.

..:..

I played with myself for a while, letting the ball of moss smack my face as I gave up. My claws unsheathed, slashing out at the air above me. I got off my back, wings spreading. I imagined my opponent in front of me, grinning evilly. My left forepaw stepped forward, claws clicking against the hard ground. I pounced, swerving slightly and grabbing onto their ears, yanking hard. I stumbled back, losing my footing.

The other cat laughed, jumping at me and attempting to sink their claws into my throat. I hissed, lashing out and leaving a deep gash across their forehead. My teeth revealed themselves, glinting. I leapt for them, claws out even farther. I impaled their flanks, dragging my small talons down the side of the cat. I leaned down and got close to their neck, imagining them squirming beneath me. "Could've tried." I whispered, sinking my teeth into their throat.

"Nice kill." I heard Treekit squeak from the Nursery entrance. I swung my head in his direction, glaring.

"Oh shut it." I snapped, fur bristling. My eyes narrowed, tail flicking back and forth.

The brown tabby grinned. "Give me a break. That was just cute."

"Not cute. I killed a cat!" I protested.

His expression widened. "That's harsh. Real warriors don't kill cats for fun." He squinted, padding up to me.

My ears went up, a sly grin sneaking onto my face. I sheathed my claws, crouching down and circling him slowly. "A real warrior would kill if they needed to." I mewed, pouncing onto her brother.

He yowled in surprise, battering at me with his small paws. He shoved me off with clumsy hind legs, wobbling to his feet. Treekit leapt at me, latching around me with long legs. We tumbled to the back wall of the nursery, fur puffed up on instinct. My wings brushed against his face, making him sneeze. I grinned, jumping off of him and swiping at his stomach.

Treekit hissed, knocking me hind leg from the ground and making me fall down. I lashed my tail at his nose, giggling. Once my brother had a chance to get away from me, he bounded a fox-length away, looking back at me. "Thanks for the fight." He muttered, leaving the den with an odd expression.

I cocked my head in confusion, left alone once again. I frowned, padding out of the den after him. I just didn't know where he was. My paws scuffed the ground irritably. My gaze swept through camp, not being able to find any of my siblings nor my mother.

In fact, there were no cats. I heard a shrill of pain. My wings spread, taking me into the sky above the few trees there was. Birds flew up from their current spots, chirping alarmingly. My brow furrowed. What was happening?

Another yowl. I dived down, gliding above the ground until I saw the flash of a ginger pelt. I dropped onto all fours, chasing after the cat I saw. I ran into a clearing full of battling cats, blood spilling everywhere. I ran to the middle of the clearing, flying up to get a better view.

What caught my eye was a small cream she-cat surrounded by a few other cats. Her pelt was spotless. I swooped to her level and landed right next to her. She looked over at me with a large evil grin. After scanning me up and down her eyes widened in alarm. "Fall back!" She screeched, running away from me as I stood there staring after her and her squad of cats.

I looked around at the mass of chaos, seemingly unnoticed until Petalfire knocked me over. "You did this, didn't you?!" Blood dripped from her ear onto my forehead. She hissed, turning around. "It was her!" She yowled, catching most of the cats' attention.

I squirmed under the grasp of my mother, realizing I was older than a kit. Cats swarmed around me with grins on their faces. Blood soaked most cat's fur. I screeched, attempting to shove Petalfire off.

But I couldn't, my body went stiff and everything was moving slowly. A small chant began, though I couldn't make out the words. A yell of pain and horror made everything go blurry.

..:..

I aroused, panting heavily. There I was, in the nursery alone. My fur was ruffled and my ears hurt. I padded slowly to the nursery entrance, looking around to see the clan peacefully conversing with one another.

My world caught up with me, convincing me it was all fake. I've had too many dreams like this lately. I have to go and talk with Sparrowwhisker.

Sorry for the dreams lately. ;\ I can't think of anything else to put a few facts out there. Don't wanna rush the book, y'know. Any thoughts? Is the dream going to affect the real world?

I've had a lot of brainwaves lately, so expect good things in later chapters of the book.

AOTD: I like drawing any animal, even though I am the worst at it. Not lying whatsoever. -.-

QOTD: Do you eat cereal more than once a day?

COTD: Eat a lot of cereal for the rest of the day. (Gimme a break. I'm tired, okay?)

Well, I'm out for now! -Me