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Spottedkit

I woke up to a massive weight smashing against my back. It slithered downwards, off my back and onto my head, crushing it down.

"Ghtfmsprkt."

"Wuh?"

I reared up, flinging Sparrowkit off of me. "I said, get off me, Sparrowkit!"

With a mrowr of cruel laughter, the tom barreled into me, flipping me over and knocking the air out of me. "Ha ha! The youngest kit in the nursery. So weak," he said, padding away. His sister, Dewkit, followed him, laughing.

"One day," I muttered solemnly under my breath.

"Are you okay?" asked a quiet voice. I turned, and saw that it came from a pale gray she-cat.

"Yes, I am fine. Thanks, Mistkit." Now, while Sparrowkit and Dewit are full of themselves, Mistkit is annoyingly shy and dreamy. I have no idea as how they are related.

Urgh. No one in ShadowClan is normal. The new warriors are stuck up, and the senior ones always step on me. I do like Tallpoppy, though. She tells the best stories, like when TigerClan ruled the forest.

Deciding to go visit Tallpoppy, I walked out of the nursery - passing Owlclaw, my father, and his patrol - and over to her nest in the elder's den in the overhanging bramble thicket. A few tail lengths before I reached the entrance, I felt my paws fly out from underneath me. Tumbling twice, I quickly stood up, and although my head was spinning, I could definitely see a small, dark ginger tail whisking through the outer bushes of the camp. My ears flattened, and my nose wrinkled in anger, but I just shook the dirt off my pelt and went inside.

"Hello, Spottedkit," Tallpoppy greeted me.

"Why she always here?" Whitewater grumbled. "I want to sleep."

"Hush!" Tallpoppy admonished her. "Now, what do you want to hear to–"

Applefur ran in meowling. "Spottedkit! There you are! I had no idea where you went. You scared my soul right up to StarClan!"

"Tallpoppy, can't you keep your kin in line?" Whitewater complained.

Tallpoppy bristled. "Well, if Kinkfur's kits would stop bothering her, I think everything would be just fine. But they take after their father side," she retorted.

Whitewater turned around, mumbling.

Applefur, who had calmed down, continued on her rant. "Now Spottedkit, for your punishment–"

"You can't punish her!" interjected Tallpoppy. "She was excited about the story I was going to tell her. Now, if my memory serves me, when you were a kit, you also liked the story about how TigerClan got their stripes. And didn't that Birch–"

"Okay, time to go back to the nursery, Spottedkit. No more stories this morning," said Applefur.

"But Applefur! I didn't even hear the story! And who's Birch?"

"No one, Spottedkit. Come on."

As I ran back to the nursery, I started slipping on the smooth pine needles that covered the camp floor. The spiky needles sprayed everywhere, and a huge bout of them hit Stoatpaw. "Watch it!" he snapped.

Two cats snickered loudly. Of course, it only took me a moment to realize that it came from the two kits that had been bothering me all day. That was my last straw of the day. Making sure that Appplefur had gone into the nursery, I stomped over to Dewkit, cuffed her over the ears, and marched back in the den. When got inside, I cold hear her starting to wail. 'Once the roles are reversed, everything changes, huh?' I thought.

I knew Applefur would be furious, so when she whipped around at me, I had already started my apology speech before she even opened her mouth. "Applefur, I really don't want to be mean. Really I don't. But Dewkit and Sparrowkit have been bullying me for a very long time, and I just sna–"

"It doesn't matter!" she interrupted, obviously upset. "So far today, all you have been– "

Dewkit suddenly popped her head inside the den for just a moment, obviously finished with her screeching. "Pst! Spottedkit!" she hissed. "Can I talk to you outside?"

I was kind of scared. I had no idea what she was going to do to me, but I looked over at Applefur, and she shot me a look that said, 'If you mess this up, your outside-the-nursery-rights are crowfood'. Or something of that sort. I hesitantly stepped outside, looking for an ambush.

"You don't have to look like a startled pigeon!" whispered Dewkit. "Come over here. Quickly," she meowed from behind the apprentice's den. I trotted over, still expecting the worst. She flicked a tail to sit down, and I slowly complied.

"Look," she said, gaze cast at her paws. "You can't tell anyone what I am about to say to you. If Sparrowkit finds out that I told you this, a whole load of bad feelings will come up as well, and no one wants that. You see, my brother, sister and I were here before you were born. Oh, that came out bad- this isn't supposed to be a threat. It's just… you weren't here, so you don't know everything that has happened. Mistkit is, surprisingly, the oldest. Sparrowkit is the middle one, and I am the youngest.

I know what you are going through. Sparrowkit used to do the same thing to me. I think it was because since I was the cute little one, and Mistkit was the well- behaved older kit, he had nothing to his name. He wanted attention, so he always picked on me. He was known as the troublemaker. Once you were born though, I wasn't the youngest anymore. Still cute," she said with a purr, "but no longer the youngest. Then you became his target. I thought it was funny at first, but when you smacked me, I remembered how hurtful he was. I swear to you, I won't bother you anymore. I can't stop Sparrowkit, but I won't push him along."

I was stunned. I couldn't take everything in all in at once; really, I couldn't even believe it at all. But then again... why shouldn't I?

"Go, quickly now!" Dewkit urged. "Before Sparrowkit finds us and asks what is going on."

When I loped back inside the nursery, I sat down next to my mom. She must have seen the look in my eyes, so instead of lecturing me, she started licking me to comfort me. "Are you okay, Spottedkit?" she asked.

"Yeah…" I trailed off.

"You look shocked. Do you want some thyme?"

"No, no. I am okay. I just need to think about something."

Sparrowkit, without any warning, stepped on my tail. The hair on my back raised, but I wouldn't yowl. I refused to let him gloat over my pain. Dewkit saw what he did, and when Kinkfur and Applefur weren't looking, she barreled into him, knocking him the ground. He silently hissed at her, shock and resentment in his eyes, and slunk over to an absentminded, but well behaved Mistkit.

"Their family is insane," I whispered to Applefur.

She purred in amusement, but flicked her tail over my ear to reprimand me. I nestled into her, happy that I am an only kit.