Splashpaw watched the angry leader snarl at a young queen with a small kit sitting next to her. The kit was at least three moons old, she was a mixture of black, gray, and white. Her innocent, but hurting, green eyes bore into him. He felt as though she could see right through him. "Dewwing, get that rodent away from the clearing," Splashpaw turned to glare at the leader. The apprentice knew this feeling, loath. "Listen to your leader Dewwing," slash, blood pooled on the ground at the leader's feet. Alderstar snarled, blood bubbling out from where his eye once was. "How dare you, you insolent fox-hearted rat," Splashpaw growled lowly in his throat, the large leader's blood splattered against his black and white paws. Bluewhisker, the deputy, lunged against the young cat's shoulders pinning him to the ground where the apprentice could hear the young kit crying hysterically. Splashpaw struggled against the strong tom's claws that dug into his shoulders, the apprentice fought to stay conscious, but failed.
When awaking he noticed he was in a strange den, where he noticed a small red she-cat sleeping deeply in a corner. A black, ginger and white she-cat sat opposite of him grinding what smelt of herbs. "You're awake," she unemotionally meowed. "Well aren't you observant," Splashpaw hollowly growled under his breath. "Listen, I suggest you not talk to a cat, who saved your life by the way, that way." The two apprentices glared at each other, "I didn't ask to be saved."
"You didn't have too," she meowed.
Splashpaw stood up just to fall right back down, "you're weak," she stated "rest up and you can be on your way and bother Sun Clan."
The sun shone in Splashpaw's eyes as he slowly awoke, the small kit he had seen the day before was staring down at him. It still felt as if she were looking through him, knowing what he had been through. "You're awake," she squeaked in her high voice. "Yeah." he meowed. The kit's eyes brightened. "What's living in blossom clan like?" This kit was strange. Asking about blossom clan. "It's not as great as you would think." She looked at him confused. "Why? Shouldn't a cat love their clan?" Splashpaw grunted. "Why would I love a clan that hurt me and my siblings after our mother died." She looked at him in disbelief before he eyes lit up again. "Why don't you stay here than?" She asked innocently in naiveness. "I can't. You saw what happened with Alderstar." She looked down at her paws. "Then… Come visit again. I promise that you will be welcome." He rolled his eyes. "You may welcome me, but your clanmates will not." She tilted her head confused. "Then come visit me! I'm Cinderkit by the way." He chuckled at her. "I'm Splashpaw." Her face lit up. "Splashpaw… I like it." The two continued to talk, Splashpaw even showed her the scar he had gotten when he had clawed Hailstar in frustration. "Cinderkit, get away from that cat," the kit's mother, Dewwing called. A gray and white kit slowly walked up to sit by the queen, "yeah, Cinderkit, get away from the cat."
Later, Alderstar walked up to the apprentice, the place where his eye once was, was swollen but closed. "It is time for you to go," his voice bouncing off of every rock, tree, and bush in the camp. "Go before I kill you!" The apprentice looked to the kits prodding Cinderkit with their sharp claws. The kits were hurting and teasing her, he noticed. "Go now!" Alderstar snarled. Splashpaw took one last look to the hurting kit, and ran.