CHAPTER 1-THISTLEKIT
Thistlekit groaned as he stared at the furry squirrel before him. He wanted to enjoy the mouse his brothers shared, or the dove that his father had caught. But his mother had insisted he tired the worst thing in the forest- squirrel. He took a bite, only ending up with a ball of fur in his mouth. He spat it out and looked at the hairless patch of skin he'd created. He bit into the flesh. It tasted rotten, like fresh fox dung. Even though he'd never eaten fresh fox dung, he didn't doubt that this was what it was like. His mother purred and nosed him forward, forcing his muzzle deeper into the nasty substance, he chewed the horrific taste and swallowed painfully, fake retching. "What's wrong, Thistlekit?" she mewed. "I hate squirrel, he mumbled, staring over to where Skykit and Jaykit conversed with Thrushtail over a mouse. He padded over to join them when his mother stopped him.
"There's nothing wrong with squirrel." she meowed firmly. "But why do I have to eat it and not Rainkit or something," Thistlekit mumbled. "Because he have disgusting thrush," Iceblaze mewed. "But squirrel tastes worse, and the hairs get stuck in my teeth!" Thistlekit complained. Iceblaze sighed. "Oh, fine. More squirrel for me." she tried to guilt trip him into it, but he left without regrets. At the prey pile, Moonpaw was picking out a shrew. Her brother, Sharkpaw, devoured a tiny vole with his mentor, Heronsong. Moonpaw noticed his arrival and nudged her shrew closer to him with her nose. "Here," she urged. "Thanks!" Thistlekit purred before plunging into the fleshy meat. It tasted so good, much better than that squirrel his mother munched on. Once he was full, he pawed the rest to Moonpaw. She swallowed the scraps up in one lick, and left camp, probably to go hunt again. Galepaw entered camp with some sweet smelling herb in his mouth. He dropped it at Coldheart's paws, and he chewed up the sticky liquid with the sweet leaf. I need that, Thistlekit thought. Coldheart left and Galepaw mixed even more sweet berries into the mix. "And raspberry. Sweet enough to disguise the true medicine." Galepaw stuffed it in a mouse and walked it over to the elder's den.
Thistlekit ran into the medicat's den and chewed up some 'raspberry', as Galepaw called in, making a mess. Galepaw heard the shuffling, returned, and dropped the mouse at the medicat den entrance. Thistlekit burst out and dug into the mouse swiftly. "Hey!" Galepaw hissed, picking up Thistlekit by the scruff. He dropped the young kit at Iceblaze's paw, before scolding him. "That was a medication packet for Fallenleaf! Not for you!"
"But it tasted so good," Thistlekit countered lazily.
"Oh, let the kit kit be, Galepaw, you can always make another," Iceblaze soothed.
"That contained the last honey, blackberry, and catnip in the territory! So no, we can't make another! All becaus eof Thistlekit!" He glared, fumingly, at the kit as he purred, content with himself fpr eating the mouse. Coldheart stormed in and Iceblaze stiffened. Cold heart may have been her littermate, but he didn't tolerate kits; es[pecially ones who ate his remedies.
"You," he snarled. "will be reported to Ravenstar and Nightclaw," Thistlekit jumped, suddenly regretting the mouse. The leader and deputy; littermates as well; did not tolerate meddling kits. Coldheart bounded over to them and spread the news. Galepaw had left with a smug grin, and Iceblaze had scurried after her brother to try and discourage him.
Emphasis on try.
Nighclaw and Ravenstar shared a glance.
Oh no, Thistlekit thought. What have I done!?