She woke up; her mother smiled at her, "Good morning, Purekit" She mewed quietly, for her brother was still asleep. Purekit poked her brother, "wake up!" she exclaimed excitedly, he awoke with a jerk. "Purekit!" her mother laughed "You shouldn't have woke Batkit" she finished. "Batkit? Who's Batkit, they sound cool!" himself mewed excitedly.
"You, silly" Her mother smiled, quickly squeezing him with her tail. The small kit stared up at her and smiled big and brightly. "Really? Wow!" Batkit exclaimed. "I'm Purekit!" she exclaimed, hopping around. "Well, kits, I felt terrible you hadn't had a name for so many sunrises." Their mother purred gently, "you're practically ready for apprenticeship!" she laughed.
"Can we go out now?" Batkit asked, her mother frowned, "You promised today!" Purekit exclaimed "alright," Her mother responded quickly. The kits tumbled outside, all the cats around made Purekit's head spin and she decided to turn away and look at the nursery from the outside. It was built with twigs and rocks woven together and perfected.
Batkit quickly ran towards a crowd of cats looking at lumps on the ground. He pushed and nudged into the crowd of cats and stared with eyes of fear at the pile of dead cats! His eyes watered. Salty droplets painted the ground beneath him quickly. He couldn't even speak a word, a terrifying and hurting feeling that was not stopping dripped out. "Why…" He murmured, his sight dizzying, he couldn't cry, his tears were dry, he didn't know why he was crying, he didn't even know the cats. His heart turned dark and full of rage. There were no battles, right? How could this happen? He fell with a slump and felt angry with himself for being overdramatic, but also confused. This was not how powerful warriors acted, they were brave and mourned without a whimper, but before he could complain any more of it, he could not think.
Batkit awoke in the medicine den, tossing and turning. The medicine cat came over to his mother. "He's been traumatized. You should keep him in the nursery for now." She said, and he was placed in his den, in his bed after the ride. His mother was scared and confused, but she was mostly filled with regret. Purekit's heart filled with unknown fear. All she had done was blindly stare down a wall. She should have saved her brother! No, her brother wouldn't let her save him, he had to grow and be a warrior, just like her. Her stomach curled as she looked at his body splayed across the ground in quiet breathing. Now he was sleeping and sleeping.
But her brother will not be the same warrior as her, however much he must.