Chapter One
Trumpkit blinked his eyes open and was immediately bombarded by an avalanche of sensations. The first thing he felt was the warmth of a soft white pelt enveloping him in a cocoon of comfort. As he took in the surroundings of the nursery and the presence of what had to be his mother, memories came back to him in a rush.
Why wasn't he in the Oval Office? Why was he sleeping beside a cat, and for that matter, why was he a cat?
And perhaps most importantly, did this mean that he no longer had access to Twitter?
That thought alone was enough to cause Trumpkit immense sorrow, and he immediately erupted into a fit of wailing. Trumpkit's mother was promptly awakened, and allowed her kit to suckle on her milk, much to his unexpected delight.
The entrance to the nursery parted, and in came a distinguished looking blue-gray she-cat.
"Welcome, Bluestar." Trumpkit's mother meowed respectfully.
"Frostfur," Bluestar replied. "I trust your kit is doing well." She seemed to take in Trumpkit's artificially orange pelt and the tacky golden markings on his head with a trace of disgust, and the young kit squirmed under her scrutiny.
"He's doing very well, thank you very much," Frostfur replied with a hint of a challenge in her tone, sensing Bluestar's negative appraisal. "I have named him Trumpkit."
Bluestar's jaw dropped momentarily before she attempted to hide her blatant shock. Trumpkit gave a little smirk. Was he truly this well known even among the cats? He wondered if this would help his re-election chances.
"Tr-Trumpkit?" Bluestar replied astonishedly. "That's a...unique name. How did you come by it?"
"I don't really know," Frostfur responded, turning to Trumpkit with a loving gaze. "It just popped into my head."
"Great StarClan," Bluestar murmured, before abruptly turning and exiting the nursery.
Trumpkit then went back to suckling his mother's milk with the rabid desperation of a president that was about to be impeached.