Hello, it is time for number two of my marathon! I am starting a Wings of Fire fanfic, so this will have some competition for my time. I will be too busy for the next three days, so my next due date will be the 29th. Please do all I asked you to do as of the last chapter and enjoy! The answer to the question is… Brokenkit looks exactly like his father! I don't own Warriors.
The Abandoned Kit
One moon later, Lakekit was walking around the camp when she felt fierce teeth nipping her spine. Why is Dreamkit's sole purpose in life to hurt me? Shaking the obnoxious kit off, she hissed "Can you do something other than annoy me, for once?" This was enough to send the little kit yowling off to the nursery. Yay; I can't leave my nest for the next moon. Trudging to the nursery to explain what had truly happened, she saw Brokenkit running to her. As she already had enough of the kits for one day, she started to leave the camp. "Wait, Lakekit! You can't leave camp!" Brokenkit wailed. Then, ignoring the rule he just acknowledged, he followed her to the lakeshore.
Lakekit had been sitting alone for a while when a panting Brokenkit appeared next to her. He stooped over the water to have a drink padding over to sit with Lakekit when he was done. "Why did you run away from me? What did I do wrong? I just wanted to play." The young kit looked sadly at her. She was filled with guilt, looking into those eyes. He never did anything wrong, did he? It was his stupid sister, not him. He's always been the quiet type; the kind that is wiser than their age. He's a great friend, actually.
"Sorry, Brokenkit. It's just your sister, well, she is always annoying me. She digs her claws into me follows me everywhere while trading on my tail. I finally tell her to stop and she wails her head off and goes to tell Reedflower on me." She looked at the lake, wondering why she was named after it. "You know what, Lakekit? Do you want to swim around the shore of the lake? We can try to catch some fish along the way. You can eat them." Brokenkit looked at her hopefully. When she said yes, they decided to head to the moors.
They had lots of conversations as they half swam and half walked in the water by the shoreline. When they reached a place that smelled strongly of the winds that blow from the moor to the camp, they paused only for a moment. Then they went along. They were so busy chatting they didn't realize the WindClan warrior until she was yowling right at them.
"What are you doing on WindClan territory? And why was the blue kit so far ahead of you?" The silver-pelted she-cat looked at them with a questioning glare. It was Brokenkit who spoke to break the silence. "Well we had wanted a breather from all hats been happening, so we decided to take a swim. We snuck out of camp early this morning and didn't tell anyone. Sorry that we got onto your territory."
The she-cat looked at Lakekit. "And I suspect the tom is your brother. You seem the same age." Lakekit couldn't think of anything to say except for that he was her brother. The she-cat nodded. "I will bring him here and escort you to the border. I will also take you to your camp and you will explain what happened. Am I understood?" The kits felt her burning brown gaze bore holes in their pelts. They nodded their heads and waited for her to come back.
"So," Brokenkit started while Lakekit shifted her paws "did you lie about that kit? The kit is a tom, not a she-cat like Dreamkit." The truth was Lakekit didn't know why she did it. It just didn't seem right to tell the truth. She was currently saved from thinking of an awkward reply when the cat appeared with a young kit. He was pale blue with amber eyes. His fur was wet which he seemed to hate. Why did he hate wet fur? It felt good to have the water cooling you off. "Let's go to your home, kits.
When they got home, the RiverClan kits were attacked by their mothers. Both kits were told to stay in their dens for the next five sunrises. Then there was the matter of the other kit, which was apparently from ThunderClan. He said is name was Bluekit, and that he was five moons old. One moon older than Lakekit. Icemist volunteered to mother him, so he didn't feel as alone as he must feel. Bluekit didn't say yes or no, but just walked into the den.
When it was nighttime, Lakekit took Bluekit on a tour of the camp. They had some awkward conversations about ThunderClan before giving up and going to sleep. Lakekit was thinking about the day she had. The nuisance Dreamkit, the walk to WindClan, and Bluekit. When she felt paranoid, she fell into a deep sleep, not hearing a request to sneak out of camp.