I wake, expecting to be back in the lab. At first, I forget where I am, but then I remember. This is CityClan. I still don't know why it's called that, but I don't really care anymore. It is home and that's all that matters.

I think that I'm the only cat awake right now. I got introduced to a little of the clan earlier in the night, just as dawn was making its way up into the skies, clearing away the velvety blackness and hiding the moon away. Now everyone is asleep, making the most of a few more minutes of peace before life begins.

I look beside me and see Stormkit, my adopted brother, who is sleeping soundly beside me. And snoring. It annoys me, hearing the soft snoring and snuffling of other cats. I got used to silence in the lab but here it's so noisy. Tweeting birds scream their dawn songs, cats snore and wriggle around. I must've been asleep for little under an hour, but I can't fall back asleep, mainly due to the nose.

I've also learnt that there are three other kits in the den with me. I think they were Torrentkit, Leopardkit and..I've forgotten the other one. I'll remember later! They, too, are asleep. I try to sleep like them but I can't. Stupid, snoring Stormkit.

I decide to go outside. The weather looks nice and sunny, giving the place a lazy, relaxed atmosphere. CityClan lives in a park, a patch of wilderness, sanctuary from all the grey and green of the city. The clan owns the entire patch even though it's small, since apparently there is a lot more prey here than in the city.

The camp is a glade, surrounded by trees. It's pretty, especially with the early morning sky, a pale shade of blue now. The dawn has gone but it still looks beautiful.

The dens in the clan are simply large patches of leaves and moss under large, brown, wooden benches, I think they was called. There are many strange names, yet most sound familiar. I wonder why.

There are a lot of benches, each one for a den. Crackedstar, who turns out to own CityClan, told me all about the different ones. I silently pad past them, naming them mentally in my head. I don't want to forget everything. That would be bad. Then Crackedstar would be cross.

There's an Apprentice den.

Mother den. Or Queen den, as it is actually called.

I'm just getting to Warriors den when I hear someone coming up.

"What are you doing up so soon?" The voice makes me jump, even though I heard them coming. I try to recognise it, but I don't.

When I turn around, I instantly know who it is. How could I forget Greyshard? One of the cats that lead me to this place. I like Greyshard more than Mossytail. I don't know why.

"I couldn't sleep." I tell him, honestly.

"Nightmares?"

"No."

Greyshard doesn't look like he believes me. Even though I'm telling the truth. I had nightmares every night back in that containment facility, but I didn't tonight. I can't remember my dream, even though I'm trying.

"Alright, I'm off to hunt so I'll see you later." He makes his way towards the pathetic woodland around the camp. Just a bunch of trees miles apart from each other so you can see all the way through. But still, I want to come with him. I've never been in a wood before.

"Can I come?" I ask, nervously.

Greyshard gives a small bark of laughter, turning to face me. "Of course not. Kits have to be at least four moons to be able to go out with a warrior."

"I'm three moons." I can't help protesting. I want to go out. I need to go out. "Please!"

Greyshard looks uncertain for a moment but then it vanishes. "No. Then Stormkit will want to go out and before you know it, all kits will be running rampant through the wood and the clan will be in shambles."

Guess that's a no. I blink at him, wondering if it's sarcasm or a joke or brutal honesty. I hope it's a joke.

I say goodbye and head back under the bench where it looks like my adopted mother, Pathrunner, is waking.

"Oh, you're awake." She looks at me sleepily and I feel a pang of annoyance when I see her gaze go instantly to my fur. My stupid red pelt. Cats always seem to notice red fur. It's not my fault that it's red! I want to say that the White-Pelts, as I've started calling them, did it. But I'm afraid that he'd think me even more weird or even worse, not believe me.

"Come on Stormkit," She gently rouses the still sleeping tom who lets out a whine and curls up tighter. Eventually, she manages to awake the lazy tom.

We still have some time before the other kits wake up, so I want to play with Stormkit. He's my new brother and I wouldn't mind a friend so early on in this new life.

"Want to play?" I invite him to a game, following him as he exits, heading towards the pile of food.

Honestly, does that kit do anything other than eat and sleep? I want to play, now! I've never played before and I want to start as soon as possible.

"I'm hungry." He replies. Stormkit doesn't even glance in my direction as he goes for food. That's nearly as bad as having cats' eyes glued to my red pelt.

"After?" I won't give up. I will make him play with me.

"No."

"Please!"

"No. Stop being annoying."

"You're being annoying. Please play!"

"I don't play with red-pelted kits."

Ouch.

I get the hint and shut up. I'm sure that he didn't mean it and was trying to get me to leave him alone, but even so, small tears prick my eyes. I hate my fur. I think that I had a ginger and white pelt before. Thinking of that brings a feeling of sadness. I remember Mother and my siblings, wishing that they are here with me.

If I close my eyes, I can feel Mother's warm body and two others beside me. My brother and sister.

I miss them so much, right now. They wouldn't care if my fur is red.

Noticing the other kittens beginning to wake, I decide to try befriending them instead. I don't want fat, lazy Stormkit as a friend anyway! I shoot a glare at him as he bites into..a vole, I think it is. Or a shrew. Maybe a mouse. He doesn't notice my glare, but it makes me feel a bit better.

Pathrunner is still in the den, having a conversation with the other kits' mother, Honeyfall.

"Oh, hello, Eveningkit." Pathrunner greets me.

"Hi Pathrunner and Honeyfall!" I chirp, "Are the other kits awake?"

"Nearly." Honeyfall tells me.

"Weren't you playing with Stormkit?" Pathrunner questions, obviously having not been watching me.

"No. He's fat and lazy." I remark. "And mean."

"Don't be rude." Pathrunner says, looking at me disapprovingly. "I'm sure that he wasn't being mean."

"He said that he didn't want to play with red-pelted kittens!" I protest.

"He's probably grumpy from being woken up." Honeyfall points out.

"Oh. So, he will play with me?" Hopeful, I look over to where Stormkit is. He's finished the mouse-vole-shrew thingy and is now lazily batting at a leaf drifting past.

"The other kits will be out soon." Pathrunner says, "Go play with Stormkit."

I huff but do as she say. I don't like Pathrunner that much, I think. I prefer Mother. I wish Mother was here instead of Pathrunner and Stormkit.

"Stormkit, want to play?" I ask, running over to him. He shoots me an irritated look and goes back to his leaf. "Please!"

"No." He lets out a low growl and I instantly move about ten steps back.

"Why?"

"You have a red pelt and you're younger than me." He says that like it makes all the sense in the world. It doesn't.

"I thought that you were also three moons." I thought that was the reason why Pathrunner took me in. The others were four moons so Pathrunner adopted me because Stormkit and I were the same age.

"I'm five moons, actually. You're a little baby compared to me."

"I'm not a baby!"

"Yes, you are. And you have weird fur. That is why I'm not playing with you."

Tears well up in my eyes. "You're a fat, lazy meanie!"

Stormkit scoffs and returns to his leaf, which is obviously more interesting that I am.

I turn and run off, trying not to cry. If he doesn't want to play, then I'll play by myself.

I look around, trying to find something interesting.

"Can all cats old enough to enter the wood, gather around for a clan meeting." I hear Crackedstar's authoritative meow echo around the small camp. Instantly, I see Stormkit instantly begin walking with the other kits that were behind Honeyfall and Pathrunner.

I go to follow but when I get beside Stormkit, he looks at me with annoyance.

"You're too babyish to join the meeting."

"I'm not babyish!" I cry.

"Shh, Eveningkit, go play. You're a little too young for a clan meeting." Pathrunner tells me.

"I'm only a moon under."

"Still too young." Stormkit hisses to me, a hint of glee in his voice. Does he not want me to join the meeting? Why does he not like me? I can't help having strange fur and being younger!

I am old enough to enter the wood! I'm a mere moon under so I can do it! I'll show them. My gaze falls on the woodland and I check back to see if I am able to sneak out.

I'll show them by going out alone.

I'll update the Allegiences after this.