Why, hello, my furry little kittens! This is Glitterpool, and I must say, thank you for reading!
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The rest of you, get to reviewing!
Oh, and this story is kind of a prequil to my other fanfic, Spots of Black, Tail of Gold. You'll see why! And it takes place a loooong time ago, so it's in the old territory.
Thanks much, enjoy,
Glitterpool
Evil always woke up long before she did. Of course, it wasn't Hatred's fault- she had always been sort of nocturnal, since the nights were too cold to sleep. Thier mother didn't care, she rarely even looked at them anymore, which was okay with both kittens since noticing them ment more claw marks to add to the collection. Evil's were mostly on his face, since he was brave enough to face his mother. Hatred considered herself a coward for ducking, rolling away, squeeling when thorn-sharp claws hit her belly. Evil always said she was just smarter than him.
But if she knew anything, it was that nothing would ever change. Maybe Thunderstar was lying to me, she thought sorrowfully one day. She immediately took it back, feeling guilty right away. Who was she to challange a StarClan warrior? He had taught her all about the awesome might of StarClan. Poor Evil knew nothing of StarClan, he had never had the same dreams as her. One day, though, he would know all about them...
Today, she knew, would not be a good day. She knew it because the moment she was awake, Hatred spied her mother peeking at them. A bad omen from the start.
The rest of the day was a nightmare- she and Evil recieved a few more clawmarks on thier bellies and faces. Hatred took her brother out into the forest to recover- she knew of a few plants that would heal wounds quicker when chewed and spread on the wound.
"Evil," she sighed as she worked, rasping her tounge along his flank to clean the wound, "have you ever noticed how the only cat we've ever known is Mommy? I mean, we don't have a Daddy, and no other cats come see us..." she trailed off, guiltily thinking of the StarClan warrior she met in her dreams. She chewed up the golden petals of a healing flower she'd found.
"Well," her brother winced as the pulp stung his wound, "I try not to think about that."
"Yeah," Hatred sighed as she covered the slash with cobwebs.
The next day they woke to find thier mother glaring down at them. "My pests," she growled. "Today we are going on a little... trip. Hatred, Evil, prepare yourselves for the worst day of your pathetic existences."