I'm back. And the airport destroyed my suitcase!I think they ran over my suitcase with a luggage cart. You could take the two halves apart and wood splinters were everywhere.

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The Landslide

Whisperkit blinked sleepily, hissing at the sunlight shining in her eyes. The nursery faced east and the branches that covered the opening were no protection from light. She didn't really want to get up so early. But she couldn't get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

Lilykit was still curled up by Whisperkit's side. As were Whisperkit's sisters. Windcry lay stretched out beside them all. Everyone but Whisperkit was still asleep.

Whisperkit sat up, nearly falling over with the force of her yawn as she did so. She was careful not to wake anyone as she extracted herself from the tangle of cats. After barely accomplishing this, she padded to the other side of the nursery where she began clean herself.

She glanced up in the middle of washing her ear and paused. She studied her family. With everyone's wide variety of pelts Lilykit fit right in. Lilykit's ginger splotches on her white coat reminded Whisperkit of flower blossoms.

Whisperkit wondered if Lilykit resembled either of her. The kits in Whisperkit's family had few traits recognizable from their parents. And who was Lilykit's father?

Lilykit's mother had been banished for killing another warrior. Whisperkit only knew this because she had been forced to eavesdrop on a conversation between Willowstep and Violetflower on one of her outings. She hadn't wanted to get caught and after hearing this information Whisperkit hadn't been able to look Lilykit in the eye for a day. She hadn't had the heart to tell Lilykit either.

Lilykit only knew that Windcry had taken her in. She had asked questions about her parents of course. But Windcry had refused to answer them. Lilykit had never really understood why some cats looked at her with hate in their eyes either.

Some cats had wanted to get rid of Lilykit when her mother had been banished. But, neither Windcry nor Rainstar would hear of it. Because Windcry had kits almost as small as Lilykit, she had taken Lilykit and had raised her as her own. It was a good thing that they had been born in the summer, Whisperkit reflected, surely not all of them would have survived if it had been winter.

And Lilykit was part of the family. She was as close to Whisperkit as her sisters. And she was another daughter to Windcry and Scarletriver. In everything but blood, Lilykit was family.

Whisperkit was pulled from her musings as Springkit rolled onto her side, waking Lilykit in the process. Lilykit looked up and sent Whisperkit a weird look. Then Whisperkit realized that she still had her paw on her ear, with her head tilted.

Feeling awkward Whisperkit lowered her paw and avoided Lilykit's gaze. Whisperkit was still embarrassed about yesterday. Who but the smallest of cats could possibly be kitnapped by a rabbit? She'd never hear the end of this one! As if she had needed any more jokes about her size!

Lilykit sighed as she got to her feet and padded to Whisperkit's side. She laid her tail comfortingly on Whisperkit's shoulder. Lilykit was a friend who was always there for you and willing to talk. But right now Lilykit's efforts to support Whisperkit were unintentionally making Whisperkit feel guilty.

"Are you all right," Lilykit murmured, being careful not to wake anyone up.

Whisperkit looked at her and lied, "Of coarse! Why wouldn't I be?"

Lilykit looked at Whisperkit square in the eyes and said, "You know you shouldn't lie to me. I can always tell when you do. You had a bad day yesterday. Your father's angry with you. You have to take care of the elders. And you're the latest gossip around camp. That would surely put me in a bad mood!"

Whisperkit looked at her paws, embarrassed. Lilykit could always see right through her. Just like no other cat had ever been able to.

"Why don't we go try to find Scarletriver? If you two make up then that will be one less thing for you to stress about, "Lilykit said in a persuasive tone.

Whisperkit lifted her shoulders in a noncommittal shrug and followed her friend out of the nursery. They crossed the clearing looking for Scarletriver. They spotted him in by Rainstar's den. Carrying out his duties as deputy, particularly the bossing-other -cats-around one.

He was talking to Poppycloud about the dawn patrol when he noticed them.

"Go check on the elders," he ordered Whisperkit.

"I will but first-," Whisperkit's voice died in her throat at Scarletriver's icy glare.

" Go check on the elders now! If you think, you can manage that without getting into trouble. I don't have any time to waste talking, or keeping you out of trouble." And, with that said, he stood and padded away.

Whisperkit trembled, she felt as if there was an increasing pressure on her chest. Her father was so angry with her right now that he didn't want to set eyes on her! She just wanted to wail her misery to the entire camp. But she kept silent. She wouldn't let him know how much that hurt.

Lilykit started to say something comforting. But Whisperkit wouldn't let her finish. "Just leave me alone Lilykit," she sighed.

She didn't need Lilykit's pity! Or any sympathy! She just needed herself, her mind, and her wits. She knew one thing. And that was that she wouldn't follow Scarletriver's orders. She wouldn't let him order her around like that!

With this in mind Whisperkit bolted out of camp. No one but Lilykit noticed. There were only a few cats in the clearing. And they were too tired to notice because they woke so early.

She had a little time Whisperkit figured. Lilykit would think that she just needed to calm down and then she'd be back. No one else would notice until Windcry woke up and found out.

She wasn't coming back this time. She could survive on her own. If she worked hard enough, she would learn to hunt. And she knew how to find shelter.

She turned a corner and ran into a small mass of black fur. She had been running so fast that her momentum carried them over the edge of the path, and down the rocky hillside. Whisperkit dug her claws into the mass of black fur as they tumbled down the hill. She felt panic well up inside of her, she knew they were hitting some of the worst places they could in their descent.

Whisperkit watched her short life pass through her eyes. She was sorry that she was never doing what she was told. And what she wished for most in that short time that they sped down the hill was that she had told her family that she loved them. What she wouldn't give to be with them now!

Rocks started to tumble down the mountainside, creating a landslide. Surely when the tumbling mass of land reached them it would be over. Whisperkit closed her eyes and prayed to Skyclan to end her life quickly.

They reached the bottom of the mountain, then the landslide caught up with them. Dirt and rocks pummeled Whisperkit from all sides as she dug her claws harder into the black fur of the cat she had taken with her over the edge. Pain rocked through her entire body.

And then it stopped. And she Whisperkit wasn't dead. Her leg felt like it was in the jaws of some giant creature biting with all its might.

Whisperkit opened her eyes. By some miracle she was in some small space between the rocks. It was dark. And her leg was pinned beneath a boulder.

"Do you mind," Whisperkit was interrupted by the cat who had tumbled down the hill with her.

He was completely black except for his white forehead. Even through the dust, his fur shone. He had bright blue eyes. And he couldn't be a much older than she.

Her claws were still digging into him. With a muttered apology she sheathed them. He smelled weird.

"Wow! That was quite the fall wasn't it," He said.

"Who are you," Whisperkit asked. She was in too much pain for small talk.

"I'm Slickkit from Desertclan. And you? "He replied.

Whisperkit stared at him thoroughly confused.

"Desertclan? But that's all the way across the territories! Why are you over here," she asked.

Slickkit seemed proud of himself as he boasted, "I'm out here on a dare! The kits back at home will be so amazed when I get back. Will I ever have a story to tell!"

"If you ever get back," Whisperkit muttered. She was starting to think that this kit was crazy. Even by her standards!

"Don't worry some cats will get us eventually," he seemed confident that his words were true.

But Whisperkit doubted this scenario would ever happen.

"Eventually! We could be dead by then! And who exactly knows we're here? Most of my clan doesn't even know that I'm gone. While the cats who know you're gone probably have no idea how far you got," Whisperkit could hear the panic in her own voice.

Slickkit looked crestfallen. It was obvious that he hadn't considered this. His expression made Whisperkit regret how harsh she had been.

"But I'm sure my clan will figure out that I'm gone soon and will follow my trail down here. And then they'll find us," her words were a faint fantasy Whisperkit knew. As soon as they saw the ruble from the landslide her clan mates would give up. Knowing from her scent trail that she'd fallen off the edge of the path.

"Yeah. They'll be here soon. We'll be just fine," Slickkit seemed to believe the words that she doubted.

Slickkit looked at Whisperkit and said, " hey, you never told me your name!"

"I'm Whisperkit of Mountainclan. I'm also the most troublesome kit in the nursery," Whisperkit said with pride.

"Really? What kind of troublesome things have you done?" Slickkit seemed exited at finding a fellow kit experienced in the arts of causing trouble and annoying other cats.

And they spent the rest of the day and that night telling each other funny stories about the things they had done and other cats' reactions to them. They told each other about their families. And they recalled their brilliant plans that had gone wrong.

Perhaps it was best that they did this. This way they didn't hear Windcry's faint howl of pain echoing through the rocks as she realized that her kit was dead. If they had called out to her, she wouldn't have heard them over Scarletriver's comforting murmurs. This way they wouldn't have sunk into a dizzying depression when the rescue patrol left, believing them dead.

This way they still felt the support of hope. This way they could still think clearly. This way they might get out of this stone prison cell alive.

Should Whisperkit and Slickkit fall in love? I'm not sure.