Bleary-eyed, a small black and white kitten peered out at the new fallen snow. With curious amber orbs, she stared in awe at how white flurries covered the camp's interior. Turning her crown back inside the den, she called out;

"Nightwing, may I go outside and play?" her voice held kit-like innocence, usually meaning she had a hidden meaning that she was keeping from her mother.

"Yes, Splitkit," came a weary sigh. "You may go." At her mother's permission, the black and white kitten grinned and leaped from the bramble lining. Splitkit was certainly an odd name choice, but it truly fit her looks. Splitkit, in fact, had a color split down the middle of her face. Half of it being black, the other being white. The kitten however, never let it get to her. Until of course...

"Hey, Splitface! What'cha think of the snow? Guess you don't see much of it living in a twoleg nest!" The voice boomed with malice, a chorus of laughter joining in. As the split face kitten whirled around, pelt bristled, she spotted the humorous blue orbs of her denmate; Stonekit. The stone furred kit was nearly six moons. Another few sun rises and he would be joining Quietpaw and Shypaw in the apprentice den. On either side of the slate gray tom was a pretty yellow tabby and a blue-gray she-cat. These two were respectively known as Dawnkit and Rainkit.

"If I've told you once, I've told you all a thousand times; I'm not a kittypet!" Splitkit roared, threatening to lunge as the trio advanced. With narrowed amber eyes, she noticed that most of the jeering came from Dawnkit and Stonekit. Rainkit was holding back and looking sorry for the younger, misfortunate kit. Splitkit ignored her for the most part and instead focused on the larger stone tom.

"Sure," he purred, amusement glinting in his dark blue eyes. "And I'm Clan leader. Right, Dawnkit?"

"That makes me the deputy!" the yellow she-cat cheered, purring and bumping her muzzle with Stonekit. "And Rainkit the medicine cat!" The blue-gray she-cat never interjected her opinion. As her denmates turned to question her silence, they abruptly paused and decided to leave her alone.

Splitkit hissed. "Back off! All of you! You've got no right to tease me! Nightwing's a Clan cat, as is Whitestag!"

"But he wasn't before," Dawnkit put in, smirking proudly to the others. "Whitestag was in fact, a kittypet. Therefore, that makes you a kittypet!" Stonekit laughed, "Run back to your twoleg nest and munch on rabbit droppings! Go sulk around while us Clan cats survive in the wild. The outside world is much too dangerous for someone like you!"

Splitkit felt her blood boil. Her claws were frantically morphing between sheathed and unsheathed. Her amber gaze darkened and the taunts slowly registered in her mind. "Therefore, that makes you a kittypet! The outside world is much too dangerous for someone like you. Run back to your twoleg nest and munch on rabbit droppings!"

Her jaws parted to reveal sharp pearl fangs, releasing a savage hiss. The trio had stopped laughing to stare at her just before the black and white kit had tackled Stonekit and held him against the snowy earth. Caught up in rage, she swiped her claws over the gray tom's nose, a sharp slice appearing through the dull pink rose color. Another furious lash caught his muzzle and crimson droplets spattered the white flurried ground.

"Dewshine! Splitkit's gonna kill Stonekit!" Dawnkit wailed in fear, racing for the nursery to meet her mother halfway. The golden dappled queen darted from the sheltered hole and was at Stonekit's side, dragging the enraged kit aside with a hefty toss. Dazed and cold, Splitkit landed several tail lengths away from the scene.

"Stonekit!" Dewshine gasped in horror, spotting the blood around the kit. "Poor dear, are you alright?"

"Not as long as that mange-pelt lives!" he snarled, blue gaze directed at Splitkit. "You heard Dawnkit- that fox-heart tried to kill me! And I did nothing wrong!"

"Fox dung!" Splitkit snarled back, the strong curse rolling off her tongue. Dewshine gasped, ushering Stonekit, Rainkit, and Dawnkit back into the nursery before setting her sights back on the color split kit. The golden dappled queen paused at the entrance and mumbled something. Nightwing appeared and by her expression, she did not look pleased.

"...nothing but a disgrace..." Splitkit heard parts as she was too caught up in anger to take in the entire conversation. "...punished...three moons..."

...

"That fox-heart! I should've killed him when I had the chance!" the spirit of Splitface hissed angrily, her death mere moments ago. Her dark amber gaze bore into her motionless body in the center of ThunderClan's camp, her pelt stained with mud and blood- both hers and Lightstar's. She was comforted by her mentor- Snaketail. The mottled tabby tom tried to ease her stress.

"There will be a time for revenge," he meowed calmly. "There will always be a time for revenge. After all, death is but a door. Stonesoul shall get his revenge. Just as you promised."

For those who have read Death is but a Door, this is about Splitface and her long-ago hatred for Stonesoul. It didn't jut start on the day she was executed. It started from her first days as an innocent kitten. Her revenge story is Death is but a Door, but this emphasizes how her revenge plot came to be.

-Snarky (Redkit of LeafClan)