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"I should have called you Twistkit," her Mother remarked, eying her twisted paws in disgust.
Featherkit flinched.
Her Mother saw it, and her amber eyes, so much like Featherkit's own, glimmered, and she mewed, "Or maybe Cripplekit would have been a more suitable name for you."
She felt the tears coming, but she refused to let them slip.
If I do, Featherkit thought. Then she'll think that I'm weak.
Yes, Featherkit couldn't allow that.
She couldn't.
Still, her Mother continued on, blissfully unaware of the growing audience beyond the nursery's brambles.
"That's enough!" an authoritive voice suddenly barked, and all eyes turned to him.
Featherkit turned, too, and when she saw who it was, excitement flowed through her for only a moment, before it was replaced with something heavier.
Disappointment.
Yes. She was disappointed because he hadn't interfered sooner.
He was big and great, his muscles rippling underneath his dark-red fur.
And yet, even as he fixed his green eyes on her, Featherkit refused to be swayed.
Her Father could have said something sooner.
But he never did.
Featherkit refused to let this strange sense of disappoint swallow her up, though.
She met her Father's gaze dead on, accusation swirling in the depths of her eyes.
Her long stifled anger stirred, and it burned in the pit of her stomach.
It was the stirring of something Wild.
Something Wild and untamed.
Her Father gazed back, his eyes flashing.
He turned to her Mother.
"That's enough," he continued, his voice oddly soft.
So now he was speaking up for her?
It was strange, Featherkit mused, how one could change so quickly, and in the span of so little time, too.
Her Father was defending her.
Her!
His useless, crippled daughter.
So very strange, indeed.
Featherkit was glad.
Glad that someone in this Star-forsaken Clan was defending her for once in her infinitely short life.
But that was that.
It had taken her Father five moons to be able to gather the guts to defend her from her Mother.
Featherkit hated that she was so timid.
Because if she wasn't, then she would have stood up to her brother and Mother already.
Yes, she definitely would have.
It made Featherkit feel much better upon thinking that.
"You're defending her?" her Mother cried, her beautiful face flabbergasted.
Featherkit saw her brother in their Mother, how could anyone not?
Their Mother was a sleek white she-cat with piercing amber eyes- the same eyes that she shared with Featherkit.
Featherkit knew her Mother was ashamed at giving life to such a useless creature, and also because she received such a beautiful name.
Twistkit.
Featherkit nearly flinched, but as she looked down at her paws, she saw that her Mother was correct.
Her Mother hated her.
Featherkit could accept that.
Featherkit was useless.
No.
She couldn't accept that- she wasn't useless. While it may be hard for her to walk at times, Featherkit knew that she would be able to function just fine with the use of her crippled paws.
Yes, she could function just fine.
And she didn't give a mouse's brain of what the others thought of her.
So Featherkit knew she could be content.
But not in this Clan.
Never in ThunderClan.
She wanted to be somewhere Wild and free.
Somewhere where her spirit could be unleashed.
And where Featherkit could finally be free.
And she would fight for that right.
Or die trying.