Okay! So I got some positive reviews and have decided to keep going with this story! Let's begin!


Twistedkit crouched low to the grass, concentrating on the dandelion in front of her. I'll be the best WindClan warrior ever! She thought to herself. The dandelion swayed as a breeze caught it, and a few small seeds floated off into the air current. Tail twitching, Twistedkit leapt forward. But just as she was about to pounce on the weed, a gray form knocked her to the ground. It was her brother, Stormkit.

"Not so cool now, eh, Twisty?" Stormkit cackled. Twistedkit gave a small whimper. Her siblings didn't like her at all, nor did her parents. The only two cats that gave a rat's tail about her welfare were Featherleaf and Snowpaw, the medicine cats.

Another kit walked up, Stripekit, Twistedkit's sister. "Runt," Stripekit teased.

Twistedkit hissed at Stormkit and Stripekit. She flung her brother off and whipped around to face him. "Hey!" shouted Stormkit. "That's not fair! Runningshine, Twistedkit hit me!"

The kit's mother sprinted from the nursery. "Twistedkit! Be nice to your brother!" Runningshine kneeled down to examine Stormkit. "There, there, my brave little warrior."

Stripekit scowled. "We were just playing, and Twistedkit threw Stormkit off! He hit the ground hard, Mama. Twistedkit was playing too rough."

Runningshine frowned at Twistedkit. "Be nice to your brother, Twistedkit!"

"But he had me pinned! He was trying to choke me!" Her own siblings were framing Twistedkit!

"Yeah, right!" spat Stripekit.

Runningshine nipped Twistedkit's ear. The young she-kit gave a shriek, and the queen hissed. "Stop lying, Twistedkit! I thought I raised you better. You just can't be like your brother and sister, can't you?"

The words sliced through Twistedkit's heart like a thorn. This was all because of her paw. She had even been nicknamed by the other kits and the apprentices: Caboosekit, since she always fell behind.

Twistedkit ran for the medicine den. She hated the nursery. Her siblings, along with Mistfire's kits, made fun of her. Mistfire had three kits as well: Rabbitkit, Harekit, and Grasskit. Once Twistedkit was in the medicine den, she dropped into one of the nests, sobbing.

Featherleaf raced in, Snowpaw close behind. "What's wrong, Twistedkit?" Featherleaf asked. She began sniffing the kit for wounds or sickness.

"I don't need medical help," whimpered Twistedkit. "I need family help!" Twisted exploded into sobs of anguish. Featherleaf nodded, understanding. She got into the nest with Twistedkit and wrapped her body around the trembling bundle of fur. Snowpaw crammed in as well, half of her body lying out.

"Hush. All is well. You're safe in here." Featherleaf tried to soothe Twistedkit, but she continued to cry. Snowpaw nuzzled the small brown lump, trying to stop the shaking.

"They all hate me! They want nothing to do with me! It's all because of my stupid paw!" Twistedkit looked at her paw. It had been twisted backwards at birth, giving her the name she bore. The paw prevented her from running, the ability that WindClan was known for.

Twistedkit eventually drifted off to sleep with Featherleaf and Snowpaw embracing her in warmth. Later on, she woke to find that Snowpaw was now wrapped around her. Featherleaf sat close by, sorting herbs. "Snowpaw, tell me what this is."

Snowpaw yawned, looking at the pile of leaves. "Burnet."

"Very good. What is it used for?"

"Traveling."

"Excellent!" Featherleaf exclaimed, beaming at her apprentice. "And this one?" She pointed to a pile of brown roots.

"Burdock root," Snowpaw replied. "Good for rat bites."

"Correct! You're coming along well, Snowpaw. I'm very pleased with your progress. You should be thrilled."

Snowpaw smiled happily. "Thank you!"

"One more," Featherleaf insisted. "What's that?" she pointed to some leaves.

Sbnowpaw thought for a moment. "Chervil?"

"Yes! What's it used for?" Featherleaf leaned forward, waiting for her apprentice to answer.

Snowpaw bit her lip, thinking hard. "Infected wounds and bellyache."

Featherleaf nodded. "That's right, but it's used for one more thing. What is that one thing?"

Snowpaw squinted her eyes shut, trying to remember. They then shot open. "It's sometimes used during kitting."

Featherleaf laughed happily. "That's right! Good job, Snowpaw."

Snowpaw lifted from the nest and went to help Featherleaf sort through piles. "We know you're awake, Twistedkit."

Twistedkit stood up. "Thanks for lying with me," she mewed. "I should go." Twistedkit padded out of the den and back into the clearing, headed for the dreaded nursery.


Yeeup That's Twisty's life in a nutshell. Anyhoo, I gotta go to bed, so I'll work on this later. Ugh tomorrow's Monday D:

See ya'll next chappie! ;D