AN- Okay, so I lied, sorry. I will not be writing a chapter for every day of the month. I've been so freakin busy it's not even funny and I'm sorry about that. Really, really, really, really sorry, I went to something for church this weekend and I had so much fun and little instances with a certain person that happens to be somebody really cute. Anyways, it has inspired me to write this chapter and base it off of that. So, without further ado, the chapter,

Chapter 3

Creek-kit bounded away from Specklekit, laughing. They were playing tag and Specklekit had decided to chase him instead of Breezekit or Patchkit or even Kestrelkit. His tiny heart pounded in his chest as he felt the rush of wind in his fur.

They were now five moons old and Creek-kit and his siblings were some of the best fighters of the kits and were more muscular then Spottedtail's kits. Creek-kit still hadn't mended the broken bond with Kestrelkit and was shunned by his stronger brother. In fact, Kestrelkit started shunning Breezekit too; the only cat he would talk to at training sessions was Vinestep. Vinestep would often whisper things to him and Kestrelkit would nod and turn to cast a glare in his direction. Creek-kit would glare back before turning to Breezekit again.

It scared Creek-kit that Vinestep would tell his son to do something to his exact mini-me. If anything, Vinestep would love Creek-kit more because he looked like him, but that was just Creek-kit.

"Creek-kit, slow down!" Specklekit squealed as she tried to cut him off again as he rounded the side of camp; he leaped over her as she lunged for him. He landed behind her and with a sheathed paw her softly. She yelped and spun around trying to get him.

"This game isn't going to be a game of tag anymore instead it's going to be get Creek-kit!" Specklekit yowled and charged at him. His eyes widened and he backed up quickly and crashed into Patchkit. Patchkit leaped on him and he tried desperately to push past him. The heavy weighted tom kit, who was now five moons old, immobilized him by holding down his back paws.

Specklekit held him down by his shoulders and Creek-kit flipped over, well sort of. He was twisted awkwardly, with his back still pinned sideways to the ground and his chest was pointed to the sky. Specklekit laughed as she dodged his paws.

"Breezekit, help me," Creek-kit cried as he scrambled against the ground. His back paws were definitely stuck to the ground but his front paws were batting at Specklekit. A black form launched onto Patchkit and the huge tom kit was knocked to the ground and Breezekit held him down furiously with her paws against his throat and shoulders. She was small, but boy was she strong.

"Yes! Thanks, Breezekit," Creek-kit shouted as Patchkit started to battle her. He rolled onto his back and with his back paws shoved Specklekit's back legs away from him and knocking them out from under her. She landed on her side and he leaped to his paws holding her down by her shoulders.

"Good job, Creek-kit, you won," Specklekit sighed in defeat, but Creek-kit saw the gleam in her eye and knew the battle was far from over. He pretended to release her and with a flash, she swung her back legs around and they connected with his shoulders furiously and he was surprised and thrown down by the shock of power against him.

"Okay," He coughed as he stumbled away from her, "that was a pretty good move."

"I know," She purred in amusement as she watched Breezekit and Patchkit crash around through camp.

"Hey," Creek-kit started as he padded to stand next to her, "where are Rosekit and Kestrelkit?"

Kestrelkit sat next to Rosekit outside camp waiting for Vinestep. His father had agreed that Rosekit could join in on the plans. Kestrelkit wanted to show Creek-kit that yes, maybe he was his father's son, but he would definitely prove to Creek-kit that he wasn't that loner. He was powerful.

"When you pass the age of ten moons, it will begin, Kestrelkit. You will no longer be known as the loner, the one left out, you will be strong and powerful," Vinestep snarled, his eyes gleaming with hatred and glee. Kestrelkit's chest puffed out in pride and he glanced at the beautiful she-cat beside him. She glanced up at him and smiled hopefully.

"Kestrelkit, do not disappoint me. When the time comes, I need to know you are loyal to me and not StarClan and the Clans. They lie to you." Vinestep meowed. Kestrelkit nodded and flexed his claws.

"I will always be loyal to you, Vinestep. Not even the weak Clans can change that," Kestrelkit nodded and Rosekit stiffened beside him.

She felt her heart quicken in her chest. She hated how they were planning such evil things. She hated how she loved Kestrelkit and would do anything for him. They were about to be apprentices and that was when the real training would begin for them. Vinestep would be much more hard on his kits than ever before training them the ways of the Dark Forest.

She didn't want to know this. She wanted to be a normal kit without any care in the world, but Kestrelkit had bestowed his charm on her and she couldn't seem to get out of the trance. She sighed and smiled up at Kestrelkit. He glanced down at her and smiled faintly before standing and following Vinestep back to camp.

She reluctantly stood and followed. Her paws felt heavy as she glanced up at the toms. They were both very powerful and very sinister and she wanted to tell the whole world but she had promised to Kestrelkit that she wouldn't speak and if that meant forgetting StarClan and FireClan then so be it.

Creek-kit, Breezekit, Specklekit, and Patchkit had ceased fighting and had decided to rest in the shade of the nursery while waiting for the other to return from what they were doing. Creek-kit had decided to stay awake while the other three had dozed off. He wanted to confirm his suspicions of Kestrelkit going off in the forest with Vinestep.

As if on cue, the three walked into camp. Vinestep's head was held high as he walked into camp, Kestrelkit walking in behind him with a smug look on his face. Creek-kit's blood started boil as he locked eyes with his brother. Kestrelkit just smiled smugly again before pausing to wait for Rosekit.

Her head was slumped against her chest as she walked in; her ears were flattened to her head and her eyes were narrowed as she thought. Kestrelkit gave her a flick with his tail and she lifted her head. Creek-kit looked away, hatred boiling over inside him.