Young Hearts

by Jackie-May376

The last to see his mother alive, to watch his siblings abuse, to fall in love with another. Was this his destiny? Neglected by her clan, neglected by her family, to fall for another. Was this her destiny? Useless feeling overwhelmed him, nothing to be proud of, false hope for the future. Was this his destiny? He saw pain in her eyes, she saw his eyes soften. Was it their destiny?

4. chapter 3

Cinderkit leaped onto the leaf, growling in pure delight. She heard a small annoyed squeak coming from her sister, Lakekit, "Cinderkit, go away. No one wants you here. Why did you have to be born?" Cinderkit pressed herself to the marshy campground, "I'm sorry, Lakekit." She looked to her small paws, "you rat, sorry doesn't cut it."

"Be nice, Lakekit," their mother, Dewwing called. "Yes, mother." Lakekit meowed innocently while glaring at her sister. Cinderkit drop lower onto the ground, "yeah that's right, rat, crawl on the ground like the rodent you are." Lakekit walked away to play with the other kits, the kits who always picked on her. Cinderkit tried to follow, but was easily pushed away by her siblings.

There was a loud yowl ringing in Cinderkit's ears that early leaf-fall morning. Peeking out of the nursery, Cinderkit saw a black tom with silver markings and pale eyes. "What is a Blossomclan cat doing in Our camp," Growled the clan deputy, Bluewhisker. The strange smelling cat puffed out his chest. "I have come to join night clan," the strange cat meowed confidently. Bluewhisker glared at the tom-cat, so did several of Cinderkit's other clanmates. The new cat looked interesting. "What is this?!" A large black tom, with gleaming dark yellow eyes called out. "Alderstar, this Blossomclan cat decided to come into our camp," Flameshard growls menacingly. "For all we know, he could be a spy sent by Hailstar." Cinderkit watched Alderstar's large muscular shoulders shifted as he walked forward to see the cat. The Nightclan leader stalked towards the young cat, lifting his head and puffing his chest out. "No other clan cats are allowed in Nightclan's territory." he snarled. The smaller black tom growled, "and who said I was going to take 'no' for an answer." His voice sounded calm and collected, yet it was also menacing and scary. "Alderstar," Cinderkit squeaked. "Are we going to help him." The large tom looked down at her, glaring at her with cold eyes. "Dewwing, take care of your rat." He snarled, Dewwing came towards her young kit, picking her up by the scruff. The new cat looked at the young kit. Cinderkit saw sadness and anger in his eyes, he's lonely, she thought. The kit struggled in her mother's mouth, "let me go." The young queen placed her small kit to the ground, "Dewwing, get that rat away from the clearing." Alderstar snarled. Dewwing shrank down before her leader. Cinderkit watched as the new cat started snarling.