Five small kits burrowed themselves into their tabby mother's belly. A small black tom lifted his head up, hearing the night wind blow outside of the den. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see a silver tabby looking down at him with surprise. "Splashkit, you've opened your eyes," she meowed. Her voice was creamy and soft, at that moment, Splashkit knew this was his mother. Curling closer to his mother, he mewed softly before closing his eyes to sleep.
Later that night, a loud, painful yowl shook the camp. Opening his eyes, Splashkit saw blood, not just any blood. It was his mother's blood. It was Quickstream's blood. Splashkit looked up to see a large, spiky furred tom with yellow eyes. He couldn't see the exact pelt color, but he could tell it was a tom. Before he knew it, he was gone.
The Blossomclan cats ventured out of their dens to see the comotion. Seeing the silver tabby she-cat lying in the clearing, blood dripping from a large deep scratch going from her throat to her soft white underbelly. A small black kit with strange markings crawled towards his mother. Crying out into the sky, the kit mourned the death of his mother. He opened his his pale blue/orange eyes, to look to the clearing to see his clan. With anger he cried to them to help her, no cat came to help the dead she-cat. The only cat to come over was Whitestream, the other queen taking care of her own kits. She had decided that she would raise him and his siblings so Whitestream took care of the motherless kits. The old queen was moody, and would claw the kits if they misbehaved. Splashkit would watch as the queen slashed her claws across his youngest sister, Ravenkit's neck. Splashkit grew infuriated at the sight of his small sister earning the most punishment from the abusive queen. The clan knew this was happening, but did nothing. This made Splashkit bitter towards his clan. His hate for the clan carried on to his apprenticeship to his mentor, Littlefish. Infact, it grew more and more. His mentor tried to get the young tom to do his duties as an apprentice. Splashpaw would not listen. Splashpaw growled at his mentor Littlefish, "how dare you think I'd take care of those mangy fleabags." The apprentice launched a patch of dirt at his mentor who just barely dodged it. Littlefish turned to his apprentice abruptly, anger in his eyes. "you need to learn the way of the clan, and if taking care of the elders does so, then so be it." The small black tom turned his back, before meowing calmly. "Take your catch to the elders, and clean out their bedding. You can ask Beechsong what to do next." Taking his leave, Littlefish padded away from his disrespectful apprentice. "Stupid fox-heart thinking I'm going to take care of those mange pelted old cats, they should go die for all I care." Splashpaw whispered to himself. Padding away to the opposite direction of the clan camp. Why did he have to let his clanmates tell him what to do. It's not like they cared about him. He had watched as Whitestream abused his siblings because they had gotten under her paws, annoying the elders. The elders had chosen to tell them a story. He thought of a way to feel wanted. Would leaving help? Maybe night clan will take me in.
Traveling to Nightclan was difficult seeing as he had to travel through Sunclan territory to get there. "Halt!" He heard a tom's growl, "What do you think you're doing on Sunclan territory?" Splashpaw looked at the large tabby in front of him, along with 3 other cats. The young tom snarled at the 4 cats in front of him. A black she-cat, who was obviously an apprentice, threw herself at him. Splashpaw protected himself by dodging quickly, turning around and clawing across her back. The she-cat yowled loudly, she tried clawing him in the eyes, he quickly dodged again, and clawed at her face, leaving a scar across it. The three other cats glared at the black and white tom, "leave this place." Growled the tabby, "you are not welcome here." Splashpaw snarled, snapping at the large tom. "I will not leave," the snarls grew. "So be it." The tabby lunged at him, claws unsheathed. Splashpaw was thrown to the ground, he felt blood bubbling up from his shoulders, the tom pinning him to the ground. Splashpaw looked up towards the black she-cat in front of him, her scar welt up with blood. She looked back at him, then turned to the other tom, "Alderfoot, this battle isn't fair." The tom, now known as Alderfoot, turned to the apprentice. "No battle is fair, Brightpaw." Splashpaw crawled out from under the larger cat while he was distracted, he didn't escape without more claw marks, or scratches. The apprentice sped off, stumbling on tree roots, and catching his fur on bramble thorns. He finally made it to Nightclan territory, and then he heard a terrified, cat like yowl.