Darkfeather had always been an unusual cat. She almost never talked, but her piercing blue gaze could scare anyone into being quiet. What did she want?
"H-hello?" Darkfeather stepped in and sat down. "It'll be alright." Her voice was calm and smooth, it made me feel safe. "W-What do you need?" Darkfeather signed. "Has anyone ever told you what happened at your birth?" "No…"I started. "Can you tell me?" "Of course," She purred. "Sit." I did as I was told. "Now Amberkit, when you were born, your mother was very sick. She gave birth to your sister, Leafkit first. But something was wrong. The next kit; you, were stuck." Amberkit tilted her head while the black she-cat went on. "The medicine cat re-positioned you, and you came out. But it hurt your mother very badly, and it took most of her strength. She could barely breath. She was too weak to have the next kit. Hours passed Amberkit. The whole clan was worried." Darkfeather glanced at me. "Go on." I meowed. "Well, when the medicine cat had repositioned you, it hurt the other kit. He was stillborn."
I let out a wail. "I killed the other kit?" I cried.
"No Amberkit. It was a mistake. But your mother thought that. She gave all the attention and milk to your sister. You nearly died too. But Amberkit, the grief faded away, and your mother tried to take care of you. Leafkit, however, wanted to be the only one. She made up so many lies…"
I couldn't believe it. Leafkit took away my chance to have a loving mother. I howled with misery. More tears came to my eyes. I cried out. I didn't care that I was embarrassing myself in front of the senior warrior. I pushed my face into her fur.
She seemed shocked, but held still as I cried. "Do all the warriors bad-mouth me in the den?" I squeaked.
"Do you want me to tell the truth?" I nodded and looked into her blue eyes. "Well, cats need gossip. They talk about you, they do. But they talk about everyone else too."
She is honest. I like that.
"Will you be my friend?" I asked.
Darkfeather nodded solemnly. She lifted her wedge-shaped head. A cry sounded. "Darkfeather? We need you! Windclan ambush!"
An ambush?
"I must go." Without another word, she elegantly raced away.