Now we come to the tragic tale of Onekit, to become leader of WindClan one day. Of course, Onestar wasn't actually born in his Clan. Did you really think he was? This is a story about kitnapping, after all...
Chapter Two: Onekit
In which we are introduced to Onekit and his sister, and learn the reason for their parents' favoritism
"He's perfect," the she-cat whispered, looking adoringly down at the little kit. But this was not a normal mother-sees-son moment in the nursery, but a young mother, side by side with her mate, preparing to kidnap—once again—from the Twolegplace.
WeaselClan had grown in the many moons and seasons since its founders, Stormtail and Moonflower, had passed on to StarClan. The new leaders were RiverClan cats who weren't actually mates, but who pretended to be for their birth Clan: Oakheart and Graypool. These two cats had turned from stealing kittypet kits to stealing Clan and rogue kits.
The mates watching their soon-to-be 'son' didn't care that introducing kittypet blood to the Clans was now frowned upon by their secret society. Wrenflight and Tornear didn't have the heart to kidnap from Thunder-, River-, or ShadowClan, and rogues could fight back. Kittypet mothers were the easiest for both their bodies and minds to steal from—they could leave with a kit and no guilt or wounds.
The kitnap was quick. The young mother who was stolen from hardly knew what had happened. All she saw as the two WindClan cats dashed away was that her son was gone. She let out a wail of distress, calling her Twolegs, but by the time anyone came to help her, the kitnappers were long gone.
Back at the WindClan nursery, Wrenflight purred to her new son. She had birthed her only true kit only a few hours before the kitnap, and no one noticed that she had an extra kit in her den. Everyone was too thrilled about her litter, especially her half-brother Tallstar, the leader of WindClan.
Two moons later.
"Mama, why am I called Onekit?" the small brown tabby asked, curious.
His mother paused. Tornear, his father, was out on a hunting patrol. They had discussed this moment—when they would either tell Onekit the truth about his parentage or lie to him—but in their plans, both parents had been there. Could she dodge the question? Was it too risky to try? Onekit was a smart little tom, but he was still only a kit, and likely to believe anything his mother told him. In a moment, Wrenflight made her decision.
"Well, Onekit, darling," she began, licking the fur on his forehead. He squealed in protest and darted away to the other side of the nest. "You were the first kit born. So we named you Onekit." In a way, that was true—he was perhaps a day older than his sister—but it was not the whole truth, as Wrenflight well knew.
"Oh. Okay," Onekit said. "Is that why Twokit is called Twokit? Because she was born after me?"
"No," Wrenflight said, making a face. "She was named Twokit because she has two tails, and she thinks she's two cats."
"Oh."
Outside, Twokit giggled as she talked to herself. Wrenflight muttered under her breath, ashamed she had birthed such a maniac. There was a reason Onekit was the favored child.