A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed! :D I usually write longer chapters, and eventually this story will get more lengthy as it moves along. Please, you made it this far... Follow this story so you can get alerts when I update. (which I should be doing a lot of)
Chapter 2
At first, Jinxkit thought she had the best name in the history of Shadowclan
Turned out, she was wrong. Dead wrong.
Her name means bad luck. It doesn't help that her fur is black either. She was left out of games, shunned throughout the clan, bullied. All because her mother, Brightstorm, practically named her "cursed one".
The reason Brightstorm named her Jinxkit is even more messed up. She was supposed to have a sibling. A sister. She was still born. She was also supposed to have a father, but when he found out Brightstorm only had one kit instead of the expected two, he left her mother for a young warrior, barely out of the apprentices den. She blamed Jinx for all of it, saying if she hadn't been so selfish and "taken the placenta" with her when Jinxkit was born, "Angelkit" would be with her, and my father Pineear would still be her "loyal" mate.
This is where it started.
Brightstorm refused to let her feed off of her, she even got herbs from the medicine den to dry up her milk, so I couldn't even sneak a single drink. She disowned Jinxkit entirely. Not even acknowledging she was her kit. The only nourishment I got was from honey from the medicine den, and the occasional sympathetic nursery queen.
One day, when she was about 4 moons old, Jinxkit was playing in the shadowy corner of the clearing by myself, like she usually did. Since she rarely had proper food, even when she was about two moons old, she was smaller than most of the one moon old kits.
Apprentices came out of nowhere and surrounded Jinxkit, said that she didn't deserve to be a part of Shadowclan, that she was a disgrace, that she would never be strong enough, fast enough, smart enough. That she would only ruin any task given to her, because she was cursed. They took turns pushing her into the dirt, and kicking her all over, spitting on her. They picked her up and threw her high in the air to only let her crash into the earth.
Jinxkit feebly lashed out at her tormentors. She scratched one's face, his name was Foxpaw.
His fur was an orange color with tints of darker, sunset orange. He had a white muzzle, ear and tail tips, and white paws. She had never seen him before, she would have remembered a cat like him. He was huge! If he hadn't been with the Shadowclan apprentices, she would've thought he was an actual fox. Even after she concluded he was a cat, a part of her still expected for him to yip and bark at her.
She wasn't even tall enough to reach his chest. He was inimidating beyond Jinxkit's wildest nightmares, but as crimson blood trickled down his white cheek... He. Looked. Terrifying. If she had just been stronger, she could have defended herself...
He lunged for Jinxkit's throat, and almost killed her.
His fangs sunk deep in the side of her neck. Blood oozed and gushed from the wound and her pitch black fur turned a sticky scarlet. Foxpaw thrashed her around mercilessly. She yowled out in agony, she was in so much pain, so helpless, so weak, so... so... tired...
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A/N: If you would like to submit your OCs to be put into the story, feel free to do so. I can't guarantee I will use it but if I like it, i will incorporate the cat into my story. I would very much appreciate it if you gave a description of the cat as well. PM me for character requests.
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