History Rewritten: Brokenstar
Chapter 2 : Brokenkit opened his eyes. So this is Shadowclan's camp. I always wondered what it looked like. Brokenkit looked at himself. He was covered in dark brown, tabby fur. He then looked over at his adopted mother's pelt. Striped like his, but a different colour. His adopted siblings looked similar to her, except one was all grey with only a few stripes. The Brokenkit scampered out of the nursery to a puddle that that sat in the center of the camp. Brokenkit saw his dark, amber eyes staring back at him. He smirked; his eyes were the same as they were when he was Dawnstar. I don't think Brokenstar had eyes quite like mine, but it doesn't matter now. This is the first time the clan has seen what they think is Brokenkit. Brokenkit wiggled his tail around to his face, a kink in it. What he was named after. Stirring cats in the nursery brought Brokenkit back to reality. He sped back to the nursery to find a very angry Lizardstripe about ready to burst with rage.
"Where were you? Do you know what it was like to find you gone as soon as I woke up? What if a fox got you? What would I tell Raggedstar? He'd flay me alive if he found out I lost his only son!" Lizardstripe spat at Brokenkit.
"I was only in the camp." Brokenkit said innocently.
"Only in the camp," Lizardstripe rolled her eyes. "You still could have been lost and hurt. Never leave without telling me." She growled at him. Whoa, she's fiercer than I thought! I'm only two days old and she treats me like that! Brokenkit saw his adopted mother walk out of the nursery to the fresh kill pile, still fuming about Brokenkit's incident. Lizardstripe returned to the nursery, a scowl lining her face and her eyes glowed with anger that refused to dissipate. "Get over here, Brokenkit," She growled. Brokenkit walked over to her. Lizardstripe lifted up a paw, and struck Brokenkit in the ear with her claws unsheathed! Brokenkit squealed, more in surprise than pain. She didn't hit as hard as she could have, being a full grown warrior, but ow! That still hurt. No wonder Brokenstar had a bad life! This cat is horrible! Brokenkit made himself whimper a little bit, trying to act like he was afraid of Lizardstripe when he really wasn't. His adopted mother turned away from him to eat her morning's meal. That's when Brokenkit bounded into the corner of the nursery to play with his adopted siblings. At least they thought of him as a family member. His grey sister saw him coming.
"Come play with us, Brokenkit!" Brokenkit gladly obliged. He joined in a game of moss ball. He picked up the ball of moss with his claws and flung it in the air. The other kits squealed with delight and ran after it.
"Brokenkit, stop making all that racket!" Lizardsripe was yowling at him now.
"But mama, we were having fun. We like playing with Brokenkit." His tan striped brother, Clawkit, complained. It felt good to Brokenkit that his siblings cared about him.
"No buts, Clawkit," Lizardstripe said, picking up Brokenkit by the scruff and placing him in the opposite corner in the nursery. "Brokenkit can play by himself. He still needs to be punished for leaving without permission earlier." His siblings stared at him longingly for a little while, and then reluctantly went back to playing moss ball without him. Brokenkit's grey sister seemed to have her voice to challenge her mother.
"But mama, you didn't yell at me when I left the nursery yesterday." She said sweetly.
"Brokenkit scared the dirt out of me this morning. Yesterday I saw you leave," Lizardstripe said defending her motives.
"Please let him play? Please?" The grey kit pleaded at her mother.
"No, Dawnkit. Brokenkit needs his punishment. He can play with you at sunhigh."
Dawnkit's tail drooped and she joined the rest of her disappointed siblings. She hated seeing her brother isolated from the other kits. She didn't understand. They were all kin weren't they?
I know why I'm not treated like you, sister. I'm not your kin. Lizardstripe didn't even want to have another kit to take care of.
Brokenkit sat down and groomed himself. He got some dirt in it when Lizardstripe attacked him. Well, Brokenstar had a legit reason to grow up so poorly. Brokenkit curled up to take a nap and sleep the time away.
