Suicide is never the answer…

Suicide is never the answer…

His words rang in her ears as she stared after him. Her blue-grey fur puffed up in realization as she turned away from him. A breeze flew past her, ruffling her fur even more.. Blood… Windclan.. How did he get here so fast? Bluekit let out a growl, turning to face the forest.. Fear crept into her stomach almost making her shiver..

Bluekit widened her eyes.. before crashing into the forest..

"Windclan attacked.."

She bursted through the thorn barrier, her eyes darting around. Immediately, the warm scent of blood greeted her nose. Cats around let out hisses of irritation as she scared them or just annoyed them. The cream and brown tom, Kestrelstalk, raced around clanmates, not even bothering to glance at the blue-grey kit.

She flinched as she saw the familiar black pelt weaving through the crowd, followed by a brown and red pelt. A faint gasp escaped a mouth close to her. That caught the attention of the others. Suddenly, all eyes were on her and they parted. She spotted a bristling Finchstar standing in the center of it. His green eyes blazing with anger.

"Where were you?"

By then, Hollyripple had joined him, a murderous look gleaming in her dark green eyes. Bluekit kept her mouth shut, glaring at Finchstar. He hissed in annoyance, grabbing her scruff. Teeth latched onto her scruff, digging his teeth deeper. Finchstar tossed her into the center of camp. Her shoulder connecting with the ground. Pain shot through her shoulder as she let out a hiss of pain. She blinked dust from her eyes just in time to see them stalking towards her.

"Answer it!" growled Hollyripple, joining beside him.

"I'm the outcast! All of you treat me like I don't matter. So why does it matter? I was out okay, trying to die since no one cares about me," she added coldly, seeing Finchstar's glare.

He opened his mouth to speak but Hollyripple beat him to it.

"So you have noticed! No one loves you. I thought you were just flat out dumb. You could of done us a favor if you had actually died!"

Bluekit growled, digging her claws into the dirt. "Why do you hate me!" she yowled, surprising her mother.

Hollyripple glared at her, lunging for her. Bluekit had no time to duck before her mother slammed into her. Her mother's long, hooked claws gleamed in the weak moonlight as she dragged it across her daughter's face. A yowl escaped Bluekit as she tried to wiggle out of her mother's grasp. Malice and hatred flashed across Hollyripple face, as she placed her paw on her Bluekit's throat.

"You were born a mistake.. Never to happen.. You will always be an outcast, never to be loved. I'll make sure of that," her mother whispered, softly.

Bluekit gurgled as her mother but more pressure but then quickly stepped back. A frown placed on her face as she glanced up. She whimpered as blood dripped from the claw marks on her muzzle. Standing up, she saw a couple of cats still left, watching her. Nightstreak, Fawndapple, Aspenpaw, Nettleclaw, Mosspelt, and Lilykit..

"That's enough, Hollyripple. Back off," growled Nightstreak, stepping up from the small crowd.

The sleek black she-cat glanced up, confusion written all over her face. Bluekit could swear she saw hurt flash across her face as her mother growled, turning to face the black and white she-cat.

"I'm older and stronger than you. You really want to take that chance?" hissed Nightstreak, frustration radiating off her pelt.

Hollyripple stepped back, her tail lashing behind her. Her mother watched in jealousy as Nightstreak turned towards the crying Bluekit. Tears leaving dark trails down her cheeks as she pressed against the black-striped she-cat.

"For once stop crying."

"Oh shut up Mossfoot if you're own mother attacked you I bet you'd be crying too," snapped Aspenpaw, surprising the grey and white tom.

"Nettleclaw control your apprentice," he mewed back. Annoyance laced in his voice.

"Don't tell me how to discipline my apprentice."

"Back off," hissed Fawndapple stepping up next to Nettleclaw.

The golden-brown tom shot a glare at the brown she-cat before turning towards Hollyripple. She was facing Nightstreak and Bluekit, Lilykit pressed against her mother's leg.

"Take her. I want nothing to do with it," muttered Hollyripple, scooping up her only kt in her mouth.

Tension built up as she passed by Bluekit, a deep growl in her throat. Bluekit glanced up at Lilykit. Surprisingly, the golden and white she-cat's eyes was glazed with a bit of sorrow as she gazed down at her sister…

"No one should you hate…"

A breath escape her. Her heart stopped. Tears stopped streaking down her cheeks as she looked up at the older cats. Nettleclaw and Mosspelt bickered quietly while Fawndapple just glared on after Hollyripple. She shyly looked back towards Lilykit, a smile tugging at her lips. Lilykit looked towards her, a smile stretched across her features.

"Come on Bluekit," murmured Nightstreak, gently.

The kit looked up, almost hesitant as the warrior nudged her towards the medicine cat den.

"What is it now, Nightstreak," growled a cold voice from inside.

Bluekit poked her head in between the bramble tendrils spotting the tom curled up in the corner. His green eyes bright against the shadows. Annoyance radiated off of his pelt as he spotted Bluekit. The blue-grey kit narrowed her eyes as she stepped inside. Pawsteps soon followed her as Nightstreak joined her.

"Oh please, what did you do this time?"

"Loose the attitude," snapped Nightstreak, nudging the kit into the direction of a spare nest.

"Please," muttered Kestrelstalk,"You were the apprentice with the worst attitude."

Nightstreak shot a glare at the tom, making Bluekit giggle. They both turned to glare at Bluekit which only made her laugh more.

"Was she really?" she asked after her laughter died down.

Nightstreak let out a 'hpmh' before shuffling towards the storage. The tension between both grown cats died down suddenly and was replaced by cool free air. A small breeze entered the den, ruffling her fur.

"Yep. Finchstar almost delayed her warrior ceremony because of the way she snapped at Rockclaw," purred Kestrelstalk, "Rockclaw was the deputy before Scartalon."

She tucked her paws under her chest. "What happened to him?"

The tom let out a sigh, casting a glance at Nightstreak. The she-cat didn't meet his look but she shifted under it.

"He died in a battle with Shadowclan.. His throat ripped away.."

Chills traveled up her spine. The silence was deafening except for the occasional crunch of herbs..

"Hey Nightstreak, why do you know so much about herbs?"

She immediately regretted asking it. They both sucked in a breath and paused in what they were doing. Nightstreak shifted around so face her, her pale green eyes dark. Bluekit cocked her head, never realizing how similar they were to someone's.. She couldn't place her paw on it..

"I was a medicine cat apprentice before a warrior," she answered curtly, casting a glance towards Kestrelstalk. The cream and brown tom looked towards them, defeated.

"Twigheart was the best mentor and sister we could've ever had.."

Rewrite: Yes this is a rewrite. Okay so just to clear things up. When Nightstreak changed towards a warrior apprentice, Twigheart was her mentor who was also Kestrelstalk's sister. This chapter is short, I know.

Ooohh and Lilykit did say something nice… Wonder what's gonna happen next.

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