"GoldStar! Your nine lives areup!" Cried a light silver grey she cat with very light white spots. She tackled the yellow tabby tom to the ground, his long fur fluttering in the breeze. He rolled her off him, then leap up clawing his paws over her flank. Only to be tackled by a reddish-yellowish she cat. GoldStar stared up at his attacks when the silver she-cat also stood over him.
"MorningStar! PetalStar! You won't win!" GoldStar smirked, he rolled again, getting out from under PetalStar's paws and bowling MorningStar over. He jumped to his feet. "Because I have BristleStar on my side!" He chuckled, as a small rough, bristly yellow tabby tom wondered to his side.
"Oh no! Run, PetalStar!" MorningStar spoke, they giggled as they ran across the blood stained battle ground.
"After them!" GoldStar ordered, taking chase, with BristleStar wheezing up a storm to keep up with him. Soon the two toms began to catch up to the she-cats. "Prepare to-"
"Ahhh!" BristleStar yelpped as he fell over, toppling to a heap. The others slowed to a stop, looking back at him.
'He isn't getting up!'MorningStar thought.
"BristleStar!" She yowled, quickly running to his side with GoldStar and PetalStar. They hovered over him worriedly.
"Dose this mean we win?" PetalStar asked.
"SHHH!" GoldStar and MorningStar hissed.
"BristleStar?" GoldStar asked, leaned down near BristleStar's ear. "BristleStar!" He shout. "Ok! BristleKit, this isn't funny!"
"The games over BristleKit! Stop playing!" MorningStar ordered. Suddenly the battle ground began to look more and more like Thunder Clan camp. The once mighty leaders were once again tiny kits. "BristleKit!" MorningKit yowled.
"Get FinchFeather!" GoldKit meowed to PetalKit. She would have if the tiny bristling bundle hadn't started moving.
"BristleKit?" MorningKit asked. When BristleKit lifted his head she let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness! BristleKit your scared us!"
"That wasn't nice!" PetalKit agreed.
BristleKit only look at them, before he started to cry. His litter mates took a few steps back in shock. "BristleKit..." GoldKit muttered.
"BristleKit, don't cry.." PetalKit frowned.
"Ya, I'm sorry I sounded so mean!" MorningKit added.
"Its- Its not that!" BristleKit sobbed loudly. "I just can't do anything!"
"Your good at remembering stories." MorningKit meowed. "Like the one where GreyHeart and FireStripe saved the Shadow Clan."
"Uh no, it was SandPelt and DustStorm, who saved the River Clan." GoldKit argued.
"Your both wrong.." BristleKit sniffled. 'It was FireHeart and GreyStripe who save the WIND Clan."
"I was closer." MorningKit said triumphantly. GoldKit growled.
"Thats all I'm good for!" BristleKit wailed. "Telling stories! I'll never be a warrior! When Im 6 weeks old they'll move me straight into the elders den!"
"Thats not true." MorningKit said softly.
"They wouldn't want in there, you'd just annoy the elders." PetalKit explained, earning her glares from MorningKit and GoldKit. "What?"
"You'll be a great warrior, BristleKit." GoldKit spoke.
"Whenever I fall down, it hurts allot more then it dose you! You can get up right away, I have to lay there!" BristleKit whined. "I have to eat yucky herbs from TreeSong every day, or I'll get sick! No one else has to!"
"Well, other then that your good!" PetalKit meowed. Her older litter mates glared at her again. "What?"
"I'll- I'll never do anything good at all!" BristleKit sobbed, then curled up into a ball.
"BristleKit?" MorningKit asked, she prodded him with her foot, but he refused to come out. "Well now what.."
"Whats going on out there?" Their mother called. She wondered out to the nursery, taking in the sight before her.
"FinchFeather! FinchFeather!" PetalKit meowed, running up to her. "BristleKit got upset, cause he dosen't think he can do anything right!"
"AND who gave him that idea?" FinchFeather asked, looking over the kits.
"Himself." GoldKit meowed, when his mother sent him a stern glace , he withered. "Its true! Honest!"
Suddenly, an orange-yellow-tan tabby tom, stalked into the camp, in his mouth dangled a freshly caught rabbit. Behind him was a brown tom with black underbelly and muzzle and a dark brown tabby she-cat. The Orange-Yellow one nodded to the two, letting them put their prey with the other fresh kill, while the orange-yellow one himself went towards his mate and kits.
"SparkSoul!" Finch-Feather purred, she walked up to him and nuzzled the tom, who nuzzled back in return. "How was your hunt?"
"The prey is down a bit, but all is going well. Now if I could only find MarmotPaw." SparkSoul muttered.
"He's must be off with GriffenPaw somewhere." FinchFeather meowed. It was then that SparkSoul took notice of his youngest kit.
"Um, FinchFeather... What is BristleKit doing?" He asked, his mate only looked sadly at the blubbering kit.
"Oh, he just upset, SparkSoul... You know, because he's different..." FinchFeather explained. SparkSoul sighed.
"Well if you didn't cottle him-"
"He needs me!"
"But what about the other-"
"I take perfect care of all of them!"
"You do! Its only that he's cottled more then the others." SparkSoul frowned. His mate frowned as well, they began a much more quite heated argument. That could only be heard in mumbles and grumbling. TreeSong took this time to walk in on them.
"Hello!" She purred, making the two turn to look at her. "I brought BristleKit's herbs."
"Thank you, TreeSong." FinchFeather said tiredly. TreeSong lifted her ears at this.
"Are you not sleeping well, FinchFeather? You sound tired." TreeSong meowed.
"No. Its just.."
"BristleKits started to notice." SparkSoul finished. Flicking his tail towards his son.
"Ah..." TreeSong muttered sadly. She looked back at the worried parents. "I have told you to expect this. Runts are known to be... fragile."
"GriffenPaw is small, but she doesn't get sick so easily." FinchFeather argued.
"Yes, but every cat is diffrent." TreeSong frowned. "He needs all the help he can get."
"Yes but-" SparkSoul looked off towards his kits, who wer too busy talking to BristleKit to hear him. Once assured he looked back at TreeSong and asked quietly. "But can he become a warrior?"
"SparkSoul! How can you even ask that!" FinchFeather gasped.
"We have to consider this, FinchFeather!" SparkSoul growled. "The tom can hardly stand falling down, let alone fighting a Shadow Clan warrior!"
"Hmmmmmm..." TreeSong muttered, deep in thought. Indeed BristleKit's condition was a serious one, far too much exertion could result in horrible consciences. "I'm not sure, but there is another thing." She leaned in toward the unhappy parents, who leaned in to hear her, after a few moments of her mumbling FinchFeather sat up.
"It is an option." FinchFeather agreed, slightly optimistic.
"Better then dumping him with a two legged." SoulSpark meowed, he winced when his mate sent him a burning glare. " Which I never would have at all." FinchFeather held her glare. "Really! It was just a joke."
"Well it wasn't funny." FinchFeather growled.
"Well, now that you have some options, the best thing to do right now is to watch him, and see what happens.." TreeSong answered. "He may just get stronger in the next three moons."
"Maybe.." FinchFeather mumbled, she looked hopefully towards her little kit, who still refused to come out of his ball.
Weather he was too upset or too weak to ,was unknown to her.