Sunkit often wonders if she's even related to her litter-mates. She's the brightest, purest of them, gold like the sun on water. Yes, Dawnkit is golden too, but she's darker, burnished like their mother. Littlekit is a tabby, and just as small as her; he's so boisterous he makes up for his lacking size. Willowkit towers over her, somber and silent, as though he's always sulking. Sunkit never sulks. Unlike her sister, she's unsullied by any markings. She's automatically Morningstar's favourite, her bright and perfect heir. As an apprentice, she learns she'd rather play in the meadow than catch prey, or practice fighting. She's no taste for blood, because that dark lust is taught, not hereditary. But she doesn't tell her mother.