Why must the clan be like this?
Why must cats not have any choice?
Why must this have to happen?
We have to send her back.
Highkit opened her eyes. What an odd dream she had. It was odd how she kept having dreams of cats talking. The kit was distracted from her thoughts by her sibling tripping and falling onto her.
"Oh sorry Highkit! I didn't mean to!" Fawnkit was her brother, a light brown kit with darker spots and a short tail. She was a higher ranking then him, as she had been the first born.
Highkit flicked her tail. "It's okay."
Fawnkit nodded and bounced away to play with the other kits.
Kits were abandoned as soon as they could eat solid food and were left to be raised by the older kits. The oldest kit was a sort of leader to them, and the first born of each leader was like a mini leader to their siblings.
Highkit had two brothers and a sister. Fawnkit, Jaykit, and Duskkit. She was the first born, therefor she was their mini leader.
Highkit stood up and shook herself. She trotted to the temporary kit leader. His name was Antkit, and he was becoming an apprentice in a few days. Antkit twitched his whiskers upon seeing someone walking toward him. He was quite the hyper kit.
"Greetings!" Antkit purred.
"Good after sunhigh my leader." Highkit bowed respectfully while Antkit giggled. He wasn't too good of a leader, too hyper. He would not make a good leader for the clan. Highkit thought the name Highstar was better then Antstar anyways.
B...but she was the start of this!
Too bad. I've made up my mind.
You have got to be kidding!
It's her mess. She has to fix it.