AN-Hi everyone! I decided to update another chapter in one day, and if you have noticed, I have added the Allegiances in the Prolouge. So I don't mind if you go on over and check it out for me, because then you would know what everyone looks like! Enjoy!

And from now on, I'll have my OC Thrushwing do the disclaimers.

Thrushwing: *sigh* Do I have to? I'm kinda sorting herbs right now.

Me: *deathstare*

Thrushwing: She does not own Warriors. The twolegs Erins made it.

ShastamaeFirepool has so far won the reviewing contest. Enjoy my reviews and follows for you!

"Im going to learn how to hunt! Papa's going to teach me!" Flamekit excitedly mewed. Thrushkit rolled her eyes, annoyed of her sister's nonstop boasting.

Emberflame smiled."He is the best hunter in the clan."

The queen and kit droned on about Flamekit's upcoming 'apprenticeship', where it was her first lesson on how to hunt as a kit. Thrushkit on the other hand tried to ignore them as the best she could.

No one cares about me anymore, it's like I don't even exist.

Thrushkit moved away from the two and padded over to Creekkit. "Hi."

The dark gray tabby smiled, but then looked away, turning back to the corner. He sighed. Thrushkit frowned. "What's up with that corner Creek?"

"It likes me." He replied.

A wall isn't even real! He must….he must be shying away from something.

"What's wrong?" Thrushkit sighed.

"Oh, nothing," Creekkit turned, growling, "Just the fact that this clan is stupid! There is no respect! At all! Just look at us! Runts!"

Thrushkit was appalled. She knew they were basically forgotten but runt was too far. That was worse than being exiled to her.

"We are not runts," Thrushkit soothed, "We are better than that."

"Ha! Go ask your father about that!"

Thrushkit snarled. "My father is not involved in this!"

Flamekit padded over to them, ears perked. "Why are you talking about my father?"

"No reason." Creekkit hissed.

The dark ginger kit snorted. "I will figure out soon you know. I am not that mousebrained."

"Mousebrained?" Creekkit's fur rose, "You are so dead. You can be a piece of-"

"Enough!" Emberflame raced over. "What is with you two? Attacking my daughter!?" The queen wrapped a thick tail around Flamekit protectively.

Thrushkit narrowed her eyes. She was the one who couldn't mind her own business.

"We are sorry," Creekkit replied coolly.

Emberflame snorted. "You better be. Now come on Flamekit," The queen led the kit away from Creekkit and Thrushkit.

Thrushkit glared at Creekkit, blue eyes blazing. "What was that for? You could have just ignored her!"

"But I bet you wanted to say something also, didn't you Thrush?" Creekkit smiled, green eyes sparkling in victory.

Thrushkit looked away. "Okay maybe. But don't do that again. I don't want to make this dilemma worse."

Creekkit sighed. "Fine."

Thrushkit smiled and padded over to her empty nest. Emberflame and Flamekit were outside the nursery, talking to their father Riverstorm, a blue-gray tom. Emberflame sat to the side and watched her mate and kit get into hunting crouches.

But Thrushkit wasn't joining them, and didn't feel like it.

Because of that stupid curse I can't go outside of this nursery. I don't even know my leader's name! Shoot, I don't even know if I will even become an apprentice at this rate. And trying to go outside won't help, I will just get thrown back inside.

The pale black kit sighed. She knew she would remain a kit forever.

But you can believe.

Thrushkit sat up, her ears perked. She didn't think that, it almost seemed someone else said that.

Who's there? She asked silently.

If you believe you succeed, was the reply, just keep trying until you win.

The pale black she cat snorted. Like that will ever happen.

Thrushkit circled around in the mossy nest before lying down. She gently tucked her tail on her paws and gazed outside of the nursery, looking at her father. He was teaching Flamekit how to stalk a squirrel, crouching low to the ground, his belly fur skimming the forest floor. He stuck his tail out, and glanced at Flamekit.

Flamekit on the other hand was opposite of her father. Her tail was swishing on the ground, and basically lying on the ground. Thrushkit purred.

That mousebrain doesn't know how to pay attention. If only I could show her up.

Thrushkit blinked slowly. She was getting sleepy, and on the other end of the nursery Creekkit and his mother were already asleep.

She watched as her sister failed again and again, not getting the crouch down. Thrushkit gently closed her eyes, Flamekit mewing in defeat yet again.

Thrushkit opened her eyes wide. She got up, and sat next to the nursery entrance. If you yowl one more time I will go out there and-

Flamekit yowled. "I can't do it! It's so hard!"

Thrushkit narrowed her eyes. She ran out of the nursery and tackled her sister to the ground. She pawed Flamekit's muzzle, and got on top of her. "It's so simple!" Thrushkit growled.

Riverstorm and Emberflame raced over to the two and tried to yank them apart. "Get back Thrushkit! Go back where you belong!" Emberflame yowled.

Warriors started to leave their dens to see what was going on, and they soon made a circle around the fighting pair.

Flamekit yowled, paws flailing as she tried to fight her sister off effortlessly. Thrushkit on the other hand was using all her might, clawing Flamekit's muzzle. "Can't you understand?" Thrushkit hissed, "You just have to listen!"

"Mama! Papa! Someone help me!" Flamekit yowled, crying in pain.

A pure white she cat squeezed her way through the warriors, and growled deeply. "Enough. Everyone go back to your duties." Warriors and apprentices alike dipped their heads and padded away.

Thrushkit ignored the cat and kept on fighting, trying to get some sense into her sister. Flamekit was now bleeding, her muzzle covered in blood.

Riverstorm looked at the she cat for help, as did Emberflame. The cat narrowed her eyes, and grabbed Thrushkit by the scruff.

Thrushkit wailed as she was picked up, paws churning the air. The she cat flung her across the clearing, and she slammed into the ground with a thud, knocking all of the air out of her. She whimpered, not being able to get up at all.

The white she cat hissed. "What is this nonsense Riverstorm? It doesn't take a leader to stop a fight that siblings are having."

Thrushkit widened her eyes. That's…the leader?

Riverstorm shrugged, speechless. Emberflame was gently licking Flamekit. "We are sorry Icestar." She murmured.

Icestar dipped her head. "Too late now." She padded back to her cave-like den, glaring at Thrushkit.

Emberflame glanced at Riverstorm. "Where is Echoshadow?"

"Don't look at me. I don't look like him." Riverstorm replied.

"Fine," Emberflame spat, getting up, "You watch our helpless kit while I get him." She walked away.

Riverstorm shook his head sadly. He bent down to Flamekit. "It will be okay." Flamekit glanced at her father, lifting her head, before she thumped it back on the ground.

Thrushkit looked at her sister. I…I didn't know that she was bleeding…I…

Riverstorm turned, and looked at Thrushkit in distaste. "You, will pay for this." He got up and crouched in front of Thrushkit. He snarled, teeth flashing. "And that will happen now."

He pounced on the helpless Thrushkit, dragging his long claws across her nimble body. She screamed in pain, her father laughing. He pressed a massive paw down on her black pelt, pushing the air that was left out of her.

Thrushkit whimpered, feeling her chest cavity closing in. Im going to die…someone help me…

"What are you doing?!" Emberflame raced out of a den, and shoved her mate out of the way. She looked down at Thrushkit. She was barely breathing. "Why?!" Emberflame yowled at Riverstorm.

Riverstorm hissed. "Im going to hunt." He padded out of the camp.

Emberflame shook her head, muttering herself. Thrushkit glanced at her mother, who was worried sick. The queen glanced behind her. "You are going to have to work double duty."

A dark gray tabby tom with long fur came up beside Emberflame, and looked at Thrushkit gently. Thrushkit looked at him in wonder. Who is he?

The tom nodded, and rested his tail gently on Emberflame's shoulder. "That is fine. You watch Thrushkit while I tend to her sister."

Thrushkit caught a white thing around the tom's paw, and something golden in his mouth. He put the golden herb on Flamekit.

"Hey you," Emberflame growled at Thrushkit. Thrushkit whimpered in fear. Don't hurt me please. Not like Dad.

"Don't attack her. Ever. I knew you were evil." The queen hissed. Thrushkit simply nodded, still trying to get air in her lungs. But she was thinking otherwise.

I am not evil. There is no curse. You know nothing. You don't care.

AN-How did I come up with this?! Poor Thrushkit, she literally almost got beat to death by her own father. And the hunting crouch thing, it's so simple to do it, according to the books, so I can kinda connect with Thrushkit. But man, a lot of abuse going on here.

I will update soon! Until then, read and review!

~Thrush