Oh. My. God.

Guys thank you SO MUCH! We are at the peak of our 100th review! Screw waiting till the fiftieth chapter, we'll have a celebration welcoming your characters once we hit 100 reviews! So send in those OC's! And remember, to get your OC submitted, you MUST (emphases on the must) follow and favorite NightClan's Return to be submitted into the chapter.

I want to again, thank you all so much. For your patience for chapters that I submit so late, and for staying with me since the beginning of this story.

Also, something important, I will be changing the P.O.V COMPLETELY. It is now from a kits point of view, as they get older. (Never done something like that before, I thought it was worth a shot :)). If you do not like this, please notify me, and I will change the P.O.V back to Finchstar and the others.
And, the litter is FIVE kits only, so claim them quickly! I am taking one, so that is already four left. Review fast, first come first serve. And you get to claim your kit, pick the name and pelt color as usual. As well as that, whoever makes the tom kit, will have the nice one. The rest wont be so nice, so beware!

Over the past moon, Rainstorm had kitted a new litter of Robinsky's kits. They were both genuinely proud of all of them. Actually, not all, they were proud of all of them but one.

Rainstorm had watched her kits moments after she had kitted them, and one made her cringe with shock and alarm. She spotted the weird scar it, no she, was born with, a scar that almost looked like a cross. Rainstorm remembered the symbol, the symbol of the time wolves had cast her mother and father away to CloudClan back in the old territory. They had left behind a weird looking cross of missing fur on each of their bodies. Rainstorm hissed, and batted away the kit from her belly. The kitten squealed, pawing around viciously as she looked for warmth. "What's wrong, Rainstorm?" Robinsky asked from the edge of the den. "I don't want her near me. No where near me." Rainstorm growled back to her mate. Robinsky blinked, completely confused. "Well, at least we should give her a name, right?" Robinsky meowed. "Fine. Crosskit. She's Crosskit."

By now Crosskit had opened her eyes, but opened them late, in fact. She slept alone in a secluded nest. But she thought that she was special, and that was the reason of why it was all like that. She didn't bother asking, though, even though her mother had obviously chosen favorites over the other kits. She watched Rainstorm chatting with Robinsky, while also, passing Crosskit's litter mates a moss ball. Though Crosskit didn't seem to notice, Rainstorm would hardly look in Crosskit's direction. She wouldn't allow her to play with her siblings. She would say that Crosskit didn't deserve it.

Maybe she's just looking after me, that's all.

Crosskit squealed as the moss ball rolled towards her paws. She immediately jolted forward and grabbed hold of the round fluffy circle. Rainstorm bushed out her fur, and swiped it away from Crosskit. A glare inching into her eyes. Crosskit's head dropped and she flushed, completely ashamed. "Sorry, mum." She murmured. But by the time she looked up, her mother was already stalking away, fur bristling. She acted as if Crosskit was nothing but a speck in the ground. But Crosskit only reminded herself that this was for the better, Rainstorm was just looking out for her. Don't worry.

"Crosskit! Why don't you join us?" Her litter-mate called for her. "No." Rainstorm mewed kindly, before turning to Crosskit. "Don't even think about it." She snapped at Crosskit before returning to the game.

Crosskit sighed. It would likely be like this for a while. Being over-protected and treated differently.

The next day Crosskit awoke extra early. She gazed around, seeing that her mother was sleeping, as well as her litter mates. She rose to her paws, and shook out her fur, before finally, finally stepping foot outside the nursery. She gazed around in awe. It was all so bright, all the vivid colors. Even though it was dawn, and the sun hadn't completely rose over the horizon.

Crosskit could see a pretty she-cat, sitting outside her secluded den. She bounded over to her, eyes wide in interest. "Who are you?" Crosskit asked the she-cat. The cat smiled warmly. "I'm Finchstar." She replied. "You mean, your the might Finchstar? The leader of NightClan?" Crosskit gasped. "Yes, Crosskit, I am." Finchstar purred. "Though, I wouldn't consider myself mighty."

"Oh but you are! You are the one, the only, Finchstar! The leader!" Crosskit chirped. "And you know what? I-"

"Crosskit!?" Rainstorm screeched, leaping towards her kitten. She scooped her up, not caring if it were harsh or not, and padding back towards the nursery. "Rainstorm? You can leave Crosskit with me, I don't mind."

"But I do." Rainstorm hissed, her fur fluffing up and her tail lashing irritably. "You know you are not allowed outside the nursery! I forbid you from exiting the den." The enraged queen hissed once she dropped Crosskit into her nest. "Stay here, and stay quiet. You're in your punishment now. Don't make a noise for the rest of the day."

"But mom!"

"For the rest of today and you wont get your sunrise prey. If you continue, I'll take away your time of eating throughout the whole day." Rainstorm encouraged her daughter to continue. But Crosskit was smart enough to understand to keep her mouth shut. The kitten nodded, and cowered in the corner of her nest, away from her litter mates, who watched with wide eyes. Only one of them seemed to feel sympathetic for their litter mate, the others didn't seem to care too much, only looking pleased that their messed up sister got discipline.

Crosskit felt hot all over, feeling shunned completely. She turned away, feeling the burning glare of her mother on her back. She closed her eyes and rested her head on her paws, hoping to fall asleep once more.