Twokit really is a special little something, isn't she? Quite crazy, both deranged and deformed. And it's strange how she's the only Clan-born one among our heroes! Her parents must wish she was the only one who wasn't.

Chapter Three: Twokit
In which we delve into the dark recesses of Twokit's mind

Two sneezed.

Kit groaned.

Two flicked her tail. Kit flicked hers as well.

Two burst out, "Kit, why do you think I'm so annoying? I can't help sneezing!"

"If I were in control today, I wouldn't waste time sneezing," Kit retorted.

"Well, today's my day," Two retorted, "and I don't think sneezing is a waste of time. Anyway, we're not doing much today. I want to rest after what you did yesterday."

"We went exploring!"

"And almost fell into the gorge!"

"We turned out okay," Kit protested.

"And now we're confined to the den," Two pointed out.

"So why try to credit yourself for wanting to rest?" Kit whined.

Two lashed her tail and glared furiously at the ground. It was a pity they shared a body, other than their two tails, or she could actually glare at her sister. "Because even if we hadn't been caught, I'd want to stay here!" she hissed.

Two could tell that if Kit had control of their body, she would be sighing in exasperation. As it was, the disgust in her voice was clear when she muttered, "Spoilsport."

Two hissed and crouched back down into their nest. "Shut up. We're getting some sleep."

"Sleep is boring!" Kit complained. "I don't even dream."

"I do," Two said softly. "It's very nice. I'm not cooped up in the same body as you. I'm free."

"Well, good for you," Kit said grumpily. "Fine, we can get some sleep."

"Thanks, Kit," Two said sleepily, already dozing off.

"Yeah," Kit grunted. Despite their different natures, the two sisters did love each other. Kit wished Two was more adventurous, and Two wished Kit was a little more cautious. But still, they could get along—occasionally.

Two's dreams were full of happy things—becoming an apprentice, becoming a warrior, getting a mate, raising a family, and, best of all, she was by herself. Kit sometimes appeared, but always as someone else entirely, still her sister.

Kit didn't dream. She never did.

Time passed. The sisters continued their schedule of changing who was in control of their body every day. They tried to ignore their Clanmates' jibes and their lack of faith. Still, WindClan felt obligated to keep Twokit in their Clan. She was only a kit, after all.

Onekit, their brother, treated them differently than the rest of the Clan. He was kind, but distant. Their parents, Tornear and Wrenflight, tried to distance their perfect son from their crazy daughter, but on occasion—like their apprentice ceremony—they were permitted to talk to each other.

Two kept her name; Kit became Paw. Their apprenticeship was a trial. Their mentor was Heatherstar, as she didn't think anyone else could handle such a difficult apprentice.

At last, their warrior ceremony came. Onepaw became Onewhisker, Two kept her name; Paw became Tail.

Of course, it would all end in tragedy.

But that's another story. We'll get to that, in time.