Soft paws poked and prodded at his sides.
He hissed and swatted at another kit, earning a chuckle from a dark gray she-cat. "He's got some fight in him, Dovewing." she commented. Dovewing purred sheepishly, nuzzling him. He growled softly, but let her.
"I think I'll name him Crabkit, because he seems so grumpy all the time." Dovewing meowed. Crabkit curled up into his mothers soft belly. Two other kits steamrolled over him, causing him to hiss. In his anger he opened his eyes, soft blue-gray orbs glaring at his siblings.
"Oh Dovewing, he opened his eyes!" the dark gray she-cat purred. Crabkit looked over to her. He wasn't expecting the other cat to be so large. Dovewing licked her son's head affectionately.
"Well done, Crabkit. Now you and your sisters can go play outside together!" she meowed. The two she-kits looked at each other, sharing thoughts. "We don't want to play with him. He's just going to get in the way." one of them said, before they both dashed outside. Dovewing sighed. "Don't listen to them, Crabkit." she said, laying down. Crabkit's ears went back in frustration and he bit back a hiss. He just opened his eyes, and for what? To be completely ignored by his sisters? The gray she-cat that had been observing them sighed. "Crabkit, Bluekit and Silverkit don't quite understand what it means to be nice to other cats yet." she commented. Dovewing nodded in agreement. "Thanks, Cinderheart. You're right. Don't pay too much mind to them, okay, dear?" she said, looking down at Crabkit. Crabkit huffed and curled up. With a sigh, Dovewing laid her head on her paws and watched as Bluekit and Silverkit tumbled in the dirt.
Seeing this as an opportunity to talk to Crabkit, a black tom walked up to him. "Hi, Crabkit. I'm Nightkit. I'll play with you!" he mewed. Crabkit sat up, looking at Dovewing for approval. Dovewing purred and nodded, and Crabkit and Nightkit ran outside. "So Crabkit, what do you want to play? We could play the hunter and the mouse!" Nightkit meowed, his tail moving side to side in anticipation. Crabkit nodded. "Okay." he said. "Great!" Nightkit exclaimed. "You go hide, and I'll go find you!" Crabkit nodded and ran to hide somewhere. He found a little opening in a patch of ferns and tucked himself into it.
After counting for a bit, Nightkit went to find him. He stalked around the camp, before coming across the fern patch. Crouching down, he wriggled his rump before pouncing on Crabkit. The two kits rolled around in the dirt, getting so caught up in playing that they didn't notice they were headed straight for the warrior's den. They both ended up at the paws of a gray-and-white she-cat.
The cat hissed loudly and swatted at the kits, rolling them out of the den. Crabkit unlatched himself from Nightkit, dizzy. "Stupid kits!" she hissed, lashing her tail. Hearing the commotion, Cinderheart and Dovewing raced out of the nursery. "Ivypool! What's the matter?" Dovewing meowed. "It's Cinderheart's nightmare and YOUR half-Clan monstrosity!" Ivypool snapped, lashing her tail. Crabkit blinked in confusion. "Half-Clan..?" he muttered. Dovewing's eyes widened, then she glared at Ivypool. "Sister, I can't believe you'd dare insult two kits. Especially one of my own. Come on, Cinderheart, let's go." she said, picking up Crabkit and carrying him to the nursery. Cinderheart picked up Nightkit and followed closely. Sighing, Dovewing laid down and sat Crabkit down gently. Crabkit curled up to Dovewing's side and didn't say a word.
A while later, Dovewing got up, rousing Crabkit from his sleep. She padded over and collected her daughters, bringing them into the den. Crabkit ignored the two she-kits as they curled up in Dovewing's side and fell asleep. Soon it was night, and Crabkit was still awake. He nudged Dovewing's side. "Dovewing..." he murmured, trying not to wake his sisters. Dovewing blinked away her sleep and looked down at Crabkit. "Yes?" she whispered. Crabkit sat up and shuffled his paws. "Are we really.. you know.. half-Clan?" he asked after a bit. Dovewing sighed. "Yes... you are." she murmured. Crabkit looked sullen, until Dovewing added: "But your father is a strong, brave ShadowClan warrior and I will never regret having you." Her voice contained a hint of something undetectable, but Crabkit didn't question her. The gray she-cat licked the top of her son's head. "Go to sleep now, Crabkit. Tomorrow will be a better day." she assured.
Crabkit waited until his mother was fast asleep to get up again. As he snuck out of the den, his plan unfolded in his mind. He looked around camp, checking to see if anyone was awake. To his luck, nobody was out. He carefully padded toward the entrance to the camp. A large golden tabby sat on guard, half-asleep. Crabkit flinched and ran the other way, fearful he was going to get caught. Another opening was found, leading to a small ditch filled with the unmistakable scent of dirt.
The kit's nose crinkled and he crawled into it, before emerging out into the forest. His eyes widened and he looked around with awe. The moon lit up the forest, but only enough to where he could see. He sniffed around, trying to find what he would think the border between ShadowClan and ThunderClan smelled like. He caught a deep, musky scent after walking for a while. His paws ached but he knew by instinct that this scent would lead him to his father's Clan. He trekked through the slightly marshy ground, flinching as a raindrop landed on his nose. Soon more followed, drenching his pelt and sending shivers through him. He tried his hardest to keep up the pace, nearly stepping on a frog at one point. He growled at the light green creature, lashing his tail and trudging past it.
As the sky began to get lighter with the approach of dawn, Crabkit found himself at the entrance of the ShadowClan's camp. Struck with awe, he carefully crawled in. A deep voice hissed and he was met with a large, battlescarred white tom with black paws. "Why are you here, kit?" he questioned, his voice laced with suspicion. Crabkit gulped. "I.. um... I wanted to meet..my father.." he stammered, looking down at his paws. "Your father, hm? And do you know his name?" the cat asked. Crabkit shook his head. "N-no.." The white tom seemed interested by the young kit's presence. "What is your name?" he asked. Crabkit's ears went back. "I-I'm Crabkit.." he replied softly. "So you're a Clan kit. My name is Blackstar. I am the leader of ShadowClan." the white tom meowed. "Come with me."
HAH! This one was longer! 1,115 words long, to be specific. :3 I'm sorry if it's cruddy. It's past 11 pm. oAo;;
