Warriors: Healing paws

by Fairy5706green

Healkit is a timid male Eevee. His origin is unknown and he's afraid of the eeveelutions, themselves. Can Healkit figure out the mystery of his origin, while struggling to find his purpose among the fifteen Clan? [Discontinued]

6. Chapter 4

Hello Greenfairy here again after a long break of two years and half.

Firstly, I will say that would like to apologize for the long wait, but when writing this chapter everything came crumbling down. This chapter was supposed to go out by the end of January 2009, but my laptop crashed and it took me a while to get my new laptop and get use to a different the new setup because I switched from a Windows computer over to a Mac (relearning Microsoft Word on that was fun). So it took me until the end off winter break before I got started on this chapter and before to long, I was in college again and that took up most of my time. Though I did get some writing done then, but it was slow became of college life and homework. I planned to write the rest of this chapter and finish it by the end of summer in 2010, but destractions were bountiful then my own interest. I will say the world is one big distraction with the internet, books, tv show, and movie; my writing at the time only got to a certian amount before stopping because of college once more rearhead its ulgy head and took over. Winter followed suit in the same fashion as summer 2010. I wasn't until I graduated from college, did new rush of excitement motivate me to continue from were I left off. After that was writing and editing, writing and editing and more writing and more editing until it became the chapter that lies before you. Hope you like it.

Secondly, This summer has given me massive inspiration in this story and its polt, so it will be awesome I promise you. Though how long it takes, I don't know. I have already started on chapter 5, though really chapter 4 broken up into two parts. However if I placed it all in this chapter, it would have never come out. Trust me on this one.

Thirdly, my writing my have changed dracticly from the last few chapters, but I guess graduating from college and exposed so much to the world can do that to you, and that's about it.

Oh, and Saturngrl is the creator of all the new eeveeluation that I will be using in my story. She made them and I just brought them to life. Though, I changed some of the names to suit my story and some small facts about them, but that's about all the power I have. So if you read her review she left, I'm the one at fault not her. I've talked to her and everythings fine now.

Also there's another creator of a future eeveeluation hanging in the wings for this story as well, I will not say who.

And also to the people that have read this fanfic so far, I have have made changes to the allegiances roster page in the two years. So if you have any confusion, check that. I made the final changes to it before submitting this, so this one the last one, sort of, unless I change my mind again.

Italics - thoughts

"..." - Speaking

'Mindspeak'

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or Pokemon, and all the new eeveeutions belong to SaturnGrl and I also would like to say that this is my story. So I don't want to see any anybody plagiarizing my story, that means no using my characters, my plot, my ideas, or anything remotely similar to this story. So please don't. I don't steal your stories. Thank you!

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Chapter 4

Healkit laid on one of the stone shelves high on the Stone Stage sunning himself under the rising sun. Looking up at the morning sky, he watched the puffy; white clouds slowly glide across the slowly brightening sky, changing it from a cold icy blue into a warm light blue. Healkit watched as the small yellow sun rose from behind the tall, dormant volcano at the PyroClan territory.

The sun. The sun was always a mystery to him. It was something that has always fascinated Healkit since he was a little kit. The sun shinned in all its golden glory and brilliance high above the land he called home. It gave light and warmth to the creatures of the waking world, while holding this power that ascended the leaders of the Clans that padded under it. Its splendor was always second to none, only tying its night counterpart, the moon. He loved basking the sun's warm and light whenever he had the chance, while mulling over his problems.

Having such a fascination with the sun since birth, it wasn't hard for Healkit to try to figure out the mystery of this glowing beauty. He observed it and watched as it rose at sunrise, centered itself at sunhigh, and fell at sunset. So it didn't take him long to wonder what happened to the sun after it disappeared for moonrise. He watched its rise and fall so many times that he noticed how the sun always seemed to rise itself from behind the dormant volcano in the distance every sunrise and fell behind the high rock wall that encompassed the island that the eves lived on. He also heard from one of the kits that lived beyond that wall was this large and vast sparkling sea, a sight that he didn't get to see for himself until moons later. So it didn't take him long to believe that the sun rose from within the volcano each sunrise, creating itself for the sunlight hours and was put out by the waters of the sea when it set for the day to give rise to the moon.

Healkit back then was adamant about this because he believed he was expert on the sun and he knew that the sun was made of fire and fire was created consistently by volcano. So obviously a huge fireball, that the sun was, where else could it have come from but the only place that Healkit knew had that much heat and lava, the volcano.

The volcano was located in PyroClan territory and was the home to one of The Three Powers. The volcano was dormant, but lava still boiled inside it, consistently building on top each other in a never-ending struggle for strength and dominance.

It seemed to Healkit that it was like the lava had a life of its own because it kept on flowing, melting the rocks inside the volcano. The lava was always burning, bubbling, and blazing hot; struggling against its dormant captor to escape and show the world its true power, and if that ever happened a lot of eves around its borders which means that VoltClan, SpiritClan, DayClan, and NightClan would be in trouble. Though it would also cause some environmental changes as well, so the others Clans would have to adapt too.

The volcano and its lava was the strong symbol of PyroClan traits and the element that the Clan controlled. Healkit found out on his first visit to PyroClan territory that these Fire-type eves were a passionate and proud Clan, whose own powers lay dormant.

Their powers lay dormant because in all of Healkit's young life, he had not heard of any major battles between PyroClan and the other Clans. Sure there were some border skirmish between them and VoltClan, but never anything big battle related that Healkit has ever heard of.

That was one thing that was strange to Healkit, with all the problems that the VoltClan go through every moon from every eve and their ancestors invading their territory and stealing their prey, it was a wonder why PyroClan never got the same treatment.

Strange as it was, Healkit thought this seemed to be a good sign to for PyroClan, to not be bothered by other Clans, but Healkit had heard from the shadows that other Clans often accused PyroClan of being lazy and pampered at times; that they did not deserve to be called warriors or Clan for that matter. Or even hold the title and prestige that it had over the sixteen clans, KitClan not included. There were also some small rumors about talk about a revolt against PyroClan and taking the proud Clan's territory for their own in secret, but so far nothing has happened.

Though Healkit thought this was a good thing because besides the large volcano that stood out prominently around their lands, the rest of their territory wasn't so great. The rest of PyroClan territory consisted of rocky, grassy grounds that only had a few pine trees and shrubs. It was too rocky and uneven for VoltClan and too out in the open for DayClan, NightClan, and SpiritClan who mainly inhabited forests and caves. Though RoyalClan would gladly take it if meant more prey. It was actually weird that they, who consistently take prey from VoltClan, never ventured into the fiery land VoltClan bordered. That was so strange. Then again SpiritClan…

Healkit shook his head to stop his wayward train of the thought.

Anyway, back the other mystery at paw.

However, no eve has ever said any one of these things directly to PyroClan because of fear. A fear that went unspoken from the mouths of eves for the moons of the ancient past to those of the distant future. Whether it was for Clan pride or for eves' own self-worth. The reason for that fear had puzzled him for a few moons until Healkit had learned what the other Clans were afraid of from the one of many visiting apprentices that visited the KitClan often, for one of many reasons, during his young kithood.

The real reason PyroClan didn't have anyone apposing them for many, many moons and the reason that those hidden accessions and hidden threats never made their way to the flame eves' ears. Was because they were secretly afraid of PyroClan because of the element that PyroClan controlled. Though, the rest of the Clans would actually never admit it to anyone for their own pride and that element was... Fire.

PyroClan warriors could easily wielded the uncontrollable element of fire and bend it to their will and that's why they were feared. One full-on attack from PyroClan could easily lay waste to land around him and burning down the trees and plants like the berry bushes that grew around him and leave nothing but ash in their place. Leaving the land barren and prey would become scarce. Leaving the island they lived on inhabitable for many, many moons to come. Just like the way the volcano they live on destroys everything in its path when it erupts

Only one or two Clans that Healkit knew of could have still survived in that environment, but it would make life harder for eleven Clans lost in the destruction. Those who lived in places lush with vegetation and prey before that would find life would be a struggle to just get by. It would make bare-leaf seem harmless and comfortable by comparison.

This terrible event was one thing that all the Clans wanted to avoid from coming true, and left the matter with PyroClan alone.

There was actually a rumor that Healkit once heard that flareons were born from the lava during a volcanic eruption and that at their birth, the fire eves' fluffy collars; large, bushy tails; and the tuft of fur on their heads were originally actual burning fire. It was said over the years that the fire burned out leaving yellow fur in its place.

So learning this, and adding what he knew about the sun so far. Young Healkit concluded that his assumptions on the sun was true, and deemed this matter with the sun finished and went to explore another mystery.

How wrong he was back then. It took on was one female apprentice to set him straight back then.

The female apprentice, he once knew, that came from PyroClan and was called Occapaw. She was visiting KitClan at the time and Healkit back then couldn't resist, but to meeting her. To find out more about one of the few eves that was in possession of the sun, the fiery deity of the sky.

When he first met her, he immediately asked her questions on the sun left and right. How was it created? What was like to witness the sun being born up close every morning? Did PyroClan have a paw in creating it? And more questions that followed like an endless river.

With each of Healkit's questions, the more confused Occapaw seemed to get. She looked at him strange, as if he had two heads and asked him what he was talking about. To which the young naïve Healkit excitedly spilled all that he knew about sun. Healkit remember how proud he had been of himself at that moment. No longer was he the outsider of the Clans he thought to himself then. Not the afraid kit that feared the very eves that gave him a home, with food and shelter; and place among their ranks. And comfort.

He thought with his knowledge. Maybe, just maybe he could stand out from the rest for a different reason then he was at this moment. A frighten eve that didn't know where he came from, who his parents were or his kin for that matter, or what he was meant to be. That by all rights made him a rogue. An small eve that scorned and feared the very thing that make an eve a warrior that was set down in the Warrior's Code, evolution. Not a creature to be pitied or whispered about from distance. He wouldn't be different at all.

No, with this knowledge would make him normal. Make the eves to think of him higher and talk to him with equality, not to be looked down upon again. He would make sure of this Healkit thought to himself then, as he finished expertise on the sun. He then sat there, with his chest puffed out, his spine straighten; face beaming, and his head up high, as he waited for her awe and praises.

However, all he got as a soft laughter from Occapaw before she destroyed all he knew in a heartbeat.

When Healkit asked why she was laughing about, Occapaw kindly told him everything that he just told her wasn't true and that the sun was entirely different entity then he thought it was.

Occapaw began to explain nicely what she knew about the sun to Healkit. Her words true and kind, there wasn't a lick of arrogance or condescending her voice. Her voice that he found was warm and soothing, like a mother's tongue.

Occapaw said that the sun was actually a large star shining in the sky even before the Clans were created or before the world around them even existed and would probably keep on existing well on even after their deaths. Although she did give him a little bit of acknowledgment when she agreed with Healkit that the sun was made of fire, but not the kind of fire that the sun was made of. It wasn't made of the lava and fire that breed constantly there in her Clan's volcano, neither was it something that could be created each sunrise. The sun was just something that traveled across the sky, watching over them without actually interfering.

Occapaw actually thank Healkit for giving PyroClan so many honors by suggesting that they had their paws on the sun. Though they did have the fiery spirit and the control of the element that made the sun. Though PyroClan was strong and truly powerful. Control over the sun was impossible. The sun had too much power over PyroClan to let that happen. They relayed on sun for the heat and warmth to fuel their attacks and live.

Occapaw actually said the height of her and many of her Clan's life was to watch the sun from outside of volcano. They had this ritual they must perform every sunrise and sunset to give thanks to the sun. Each sunrise, at dawn, the whole Clan gathered together a gave their praise to sun for returning to them again and providing the fire they wield and at every sunset, at dusk, the Clan gathered again together bidding farewell to the setting sun and hoping for its return the following sunrise.

Occapaw said the PyroClan had such relevance towards the sun that two past PyroClan leaders created two different, but unique fire attacks to try to give homage to the sun. They were christened the names; Sun Burst and Burning Sun upon their births and their creators' names were forever passed down through PyroClan's history for their feats. They turned into two equality powerful fire-type attacks that were both strong and excluded the same power and brilliance of that fiery star. They both did massive damage to its attended adversary and it was something that fellow fire eves feared.

However, these attacks were so powerful that, those that wield them had to have a strong heart and will, and had a great deal of control because of raging fire of the sun within them. If the warrior, one wielding it does not making any of these criteria, it could result in dire consequences for the wielder and anything or anyone around him or her. It could spell death of the wielder and anyone around them and would lead to massive destruction to the environment as well. To those that could control these legendary attacks, became forever legends themselves to PyroClan.

The only other close extent that PyroClan had to control the sun was by small honor of Sunny Day it was ability that all PyroClan apprentices were gifted from their mentors. The move couldn't do anything to the sun beside extenuate the sun's beauty by intensifying its rays, making it shine brighter, and revealing it from weather that covered or blocked it from sight.

Though this whole time the young him sat there, his emotions flickering between amazement at her words, but disappointment that he was once again he was just that scared eve again.

Though before she left, Occapaw left him some knowledge that chilled him to the bone. She remarked that even if they could control the sun, they would not survive it to see it because if the sun got really close to their world, it would kill them all. The heat and intensity of sun would boil leaving the world around them consisting of only lava and dried, crack earth behind. With no plants, water, or shelter, they would slowly die from thirst, hunger, and from the heat, itself. She said all of this in a kind and knowable tone, as if she said as an afterthought to their conversation. Occapaw left then merrily on her way, not knowing that she added another fear to the list of fears that Healkit had.

To this day, Healkit would once or twice find himself staring at sun hanging in the sky, hoping it did not do what Occapaw had told him all those moons ago.

I wonder what she's doing now. Healkit thought as he watched a rather small flock of small sky blue birds with a short, rounded white beak and two long sky blue feathers on top of their heads. However, these birds weren't normal because they seemed to have what it looked like they have cloud for wings.

Occapaw.

She was a pretty female Eevee for an apprentice, but not as beautiful as Swankit. She had a strong disposition and a big heart.

When he talked to her all those moons ago, she had very kind nature about her that Healkit found very comforting. She carried that same proud and passionate spirit that was widely known about her Clan.

In fact, Healkit had never known anyone in PyroClan that was not proud or passionate. Sure they showed it differently through their own personalities, but each carried their Clan's nature within their hearts.

Occapaw carried her Clan's nature strong in her own heart, and was very compassionate to the eves around her. She was never forceful or looked at him with pity as other eves were to him. She almost had this caring aura about her that would definitely make her a great mother someday.

If I know her probably a warrior by now and evolved, but I can help but wonder what her life is right now. Does she have a mate? Does she have any kits? How strong is she now? Does she still have that big heart of hers? Healkit thought as these birds with cloud wings flew beautifully and gracefully through sky, singing as they went.

Oh Well. Healkit sighed watching a rather small cloud-bird break from the flock and started to fly freely around the flock and through that clouds. A couple of times the cloud-bird glided across sun, illuminating the bird in golden glow.

The sun, to Healkit, was just as mysterious in many ways still after all those moons ago. Through Occapaw had cleared up the matter of the creation of the sun, she never said anything on were it went after it set. He asked Swankit, because she was the only eve that he knew lived beyond that solid, tall rock wall. Discounting her brother, Spearkit. Because lets face it, he wouldn't get much help from him because of his wayward best friend, Bitekit. Healkit just didn't want to deal with the headache it was dealing with those two mouse-brains.

So he asked Swankit what really happened when the sun set at the end of the day. What happened to the sun once it sunken into the ocean and disappears until sunrise? How the sun can sink into the sea at dusk and than look completely the same when it rose in the morning? With it being fire and all. Swankit replied that she didn't know too much about it either, neither did she question the acts of nature too much. It was just as foolish to try to predict the wind. Swankit said calmly that sometimes it was good just watch and enjoy the mysteries of nature then to try to find the answers for them.

After his talk with Swankit, he was left with more questions then answer. Though Swankit didn't truly answer his questions, her words left an impact on him. He left the investigation of what happened to the sun after sunset alone, though he still thought about it sometimes.

Healkit guess it was just in his nature to question everything around him. Maybe it came from not knowing who he really was, made him question the world around him. Like the mystery of his own existence had triggered a need to understand everything more then he need to know. The sun was as such a mystery he wanted to solve, even if it was impossible. It was a mystery he needed to know, but will never know. The same was true with those blue birds that are able to fly with clouds for wing.

Healkit watched as the flock to cloud-birds called back to the smaller cloud-bird in musical chirps making the small blue cloud-bird stopped in mid-turn. The little cloud-bird pause and looking a little bit confused; letting out a soft chirp before happily joining the flock again and begin to fly off.

"I hope they get away long before RoyalClan starts its morning patrol."Healkit said to no one, as they flapped carefree to the western horizon.

RoyalClan seemed to be still angry after their recent confrontation with FeatherClan.

Healkit could see that by the way that RoyalClan had increased their patrols over the last three suns. Do to that, he had not seen the lilac-colored blurs zipping over FlutterClan territory since than. Though that was understandable for FlutterClan were staying out of the air with a pact of enraged Drageons just looking for a fight.

What Healkit realized from many, many moons ago, was that whenever RoyalClan would encounter FeatherClan invading in their air territory, whether they caught Holeons in the act or if it was only by scent; it did not matter to RoyalClan.

Just knowing that FeatherClan had invaded their bounders got them enraged and tended to strike out at the nearest flying creature or creatures. This was mainly FlutterClan, who were always there at the wrong place at the wrong time.

FlutterClan was the Clan that prided in their bug-evolved warriors. They were the only Clan that was considered the weakest among the Clans and their evolved form didn't seem to stop this assumption, no it furthered it. Though FlutterClan seemed to be the weakest in looks, it didn't mean they didn't hold their own in beauty. Because from Healkit's perspective, FlutterClan had the same beautiful forms as their seventeen evolved brethren. They had one most fragile forms, but they also a thing of beauty and weirdest. Diptereon was the name of this unique form and unique they were.

Diptereon's were the smallest of all the eeveelutions on the island. They had small, slim bodies and frames that were covered in lilac hair-like fur. This hair-like fur covers the hardened shell of the Diptereon's exoskeleton, but was thin as a leaf that could easily be penetrated by a strong attack. Though, these eves have figured that out and learn so many defense moves when they're apprentices, that it gets harder and harder to harm them besides fire, flying, and rock attacks. They also have three small golden circles lined both sides of the Diptereon, though sometimes these golden circle changes places and designs.

Their legs were covered in the lilac hair-like fur that were thin and flexible and have small, sharp, translucent, golden daggers on their front, upper-forepaws. Diptereon's paws had sticky, almost like suction-cup pads that allowed them to stick things due to the fact that they didn't have claws and their kits were born without claws also developed this ability. Diptereons have small tails was also covered in lilac hair-like fur and resembles a squirrel's tail. On their backs was pair of translucent, light blue, long, thin wings.

A Diptereon has a round head that was pulled back to the two triangle ears pressed close together at the top of their heads; their heads were covered in the lilac hair-like fur. In the middle of their foreheads was large golden oval and had a single long whisker on either of its face; high on its cheeks. Diptereon's had large crimson compound eyes and above their eyes were two antennas, which made look like the antennas were its like eyebrows. The antennas started out lilac and then changed to a golden color the moment they pulled away from its body. A Diptereon's antenna ran from its head to past its tail and it curved from the moment it came off its head and curled a little bit at the end.

FlutterClan was probably the only Clan that Healkit that had less of bad reaction then any of the other eeveelutions on Eve Island and that wasn't saying much.

Healkit thought that it could because he didn't see them too up close then the other eeveelutions that time, or maybe because of their nature that he found a common bond with them. Because he was just as weak as well as they are. Because he was disadvantaged and weak in form; and was viewed as weak by the other Clans. Because of his fear, his hesitance, and his cowardice. However unlike them, he didn't try to find ways to solve his problems with his own paws. Instead he just sat there and moped, hoping for some miracle would come to him.

Healkit sighed and hopelessly watched a single cloud sail across the sun, reliving the terror that overcame him three sunrises ago. It was so easy for him to slip into fear, because by all rights, fear became him too often. Memories of the past so often invaded his thoughts during the time of the sunshine and his dreams at night. The memories of his first few sunrise of living seemed to revolve so much that they became him and as much as Healkit tried to resist them, they keep on popping up unabated.

It was just as it was now, Healkit fought against the memories. He tried to push those memories down deep inside him, so he could try to be normal. However, like usual, the memories never stayed down for long. Instead they brought on a new force to weaken him and then to plow on through his mental defenses, and the new force that the memories used was emotions created out of the future.

The memories switched the emotions of terror to hopelessness and despair. These emotions were feelings that Healkit was use to feeling a lot, though not as much as he did now. Now, that his future was hung out in front of him like an endless reminder.

Healkit's "day of choice" was coming up on him soon then he wanted. Too soon will it be his time to decided which Clan he will live, serve, and be loyal to for the rest of his life. Too soon will he have to decide which evolved form he would live in for the rest of his life!

Those were the thoughts that Healkit always kept out of his mind and shunned away because of his fears. Instead Healkit focused on what was in the present, dealing with another day of searching for himself and his origins. Though he had never made much progress with that either. It was always Healkit trying to fit together about himself in his own mind or from anything that he could glean from Tarotpaw. He never searched outsides of his "Clan's" boundaries or even to try to go near the area he hatched, it just provided to many bad memories for him. Healkit just relied on information given to him long ago by past eves and that was it. He was just as much of a coward in that aspect as well.

However, that didn't stop the moon from slowly disappearing each night. It followed in its cycle route adamantly, not caring that it was slowly leading a eve to his doom.

Last night the moon had nearly lost almost half of itself to the night sky, which left a chilling feeling in Healkit's bones. This meant that he only had half-moon left before he had to choose. Because it was custom for "choosing kit" that reached the pinnacle level ten to leave on the night of a new moon and journey back to it's BirthClan. From there the kit will have to decide its own fate; whether to stay with this BirthClan or go in the paws of a different Clan.

The rule stood firmly in front of Healkit, taunting to him at every heartbeat. Taunting him because there was no other way out of this beside it. Healkit knew it's for sure, because there was never a kit like him. There was never a kit that didn't know where he or she wanted to going.

Sure there were exceptions made for apprentice that made the wrong choice and wanted to change Clans. They did have the option to do so, a long as they didn't wait to long into their apprenticeships to do it. It was a complicated process to though to do so, so not many apprentices did it.

However, a case like Healkit's had never happened in the Clans' history and Healkit knew that they wouldn't change the Warrior's Code just for his sake. No, they would treat him like any other choosing kit and would watching Healkit with wide eyes to see where he would choose to make his home.

So, Healkit knowing this add more pressure to his already hopeless situation, with no one offering a paw to help. Sun didn't even give him a reprieve either; it acted like the moon, setting like it was suppose to do. But each time the sun set, it felt like another pawstep forwards the unavoidable outcome of choosing.

However, it wasn't that Healkit didn't want to join the one of the Clans. He really did!

When Healkit was little, when he wasn't scared out of his mind, he always was admired and was amazed by each Clans' different powers, different Clan characters, and different environments from the stories he was told by the choosing kits that lived there as well and from the visiting apprentices. So by the time he was weaned, Healkit decided to join the choosing kits. He wanted to explore the lands and Clans that his Clanmates talked so much about, and when he did, he felt so happily.

He explored that all that he could of the Clan's territories and asked so many questions of the Clan apprentices to know more, and avoid the rest of the Clan inhabitance as much as he could. The times he couldn't, Healkit tried not to look directly at them while talking to them.

There were even times that he felt whole walking among the eves of different Clans, like he belonged there once a long time ago. However, this feeling always faded away once he was back in the warmth and safety of KitClan.

Though the feeling had faded away, there was always a lingering feeling of home. KitClan maybe Healkit's "home" in the sense of that he grew up here, but Healkit ways wanted a real home; the home that the other eves had. So, it wasn't hard for he to try to find a "home" in the other Clans.

Healkit always dreamed about this, always trying to fit himself into their lives. He tried to picture what it would be like to be born there and live there. Imagining phantoms of his parents caring for him, littermates run around his paws, warriors scolding him or playing with him, elders telling him their tales from moons long past. Healkit imagined all their prided and love for him, and cheering him on for his "choosing."

However, just imagining what could have been, didn't make it real. It could have been made true if that incident never happened.

The incident had offered a chance of healing and realizations and was lead by the paws of curiosity, and end in ruined dreams and moons of hiding; all lead by a young kit just wanting to help.

The incident that ruined the kinship Healkit could have had with one of the other twelve Clans unaffected then by the terror of three Clans of Healkit's first sight.

The incident happened too soon to that terrorizing night.

He was only four sunrises old then; a time in his life that changed him into the eve he was today.

Healkit whimpered, as the memories from that past flowed back to his mind. Moments in time that were sometimes best left forgotten.

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Healkit watched on as world around him faded from sight, replacing the bright and open world of his present to a dark and enclosed world of his past. Bounding him to the four sunrises old kit version of himself. Healkit let his conscious faded away let the memory take a hold of him; let his younger self take control.

~Flashback~

In a dark and enclosed space, a nameless kit only four sunrises old laid rigid, trembling, shaking like a leaf being blown by a strong wind. His thoughts plagued with dark visions of terror. Not one single happy memory existed in this nameless kit head, none that he could recall.

The past four suns since that nightmarish night were a blur to him. He woke up here after he had blackout from terror of that night. The nameless kit had no clue how he got here, he only assumed that the monsters carried and left him here before they decide what to do with the trespasser. Never mind that he was an innocent kit that was just born yesterday. These monsters were clearly barbarians, animals of the wild.

He remembered the sunlight greeted his foggy mind when he woke up the next moment. He remembered his body lying on some soft and comfortable bedding made of small green plants spread out around him like a carpet and made the ground spring under his paws when he touch it.

He remembered how the place seemed to be devoid of sound then. All the only sounds were his rapid beating of his own heart and panicked, quick breaths that the nameless kit pushed out of his lungs.

The nameless kit remembered looking around quickly and hesitantly around him to take in his new surrounding with wide and shaky eyes. His eyes darted to every corner of this place in rapid procession, to check to make sure that none of those monsters where hiding somewhere here. When he found none, the laid there in temporary relief, but kept his guard up; knowing that just because no one was here now, didn't mean that they would invade this place eventually.

When the nameless kit thoughts were a little bit clear, he took in the surroundings more clear.

He was in some shelter of some plant that was a tangled mess of dense, long arching stems and its branches were rooted from the node tips by smaller plants on the ground before him. It branches were tightly wound together around him at all sides, blocking the world around him and enclosing him in impenetrable barrier.

Its stems and branches were covered in recurved thorns that were small, but sharp-pointed and littered with small leaves that composed of three small fern green leaves that grew close together. These leaves were broad and rounded at the base and taping toward the end and edged like small teeth.

Its leaves blocked out light and weather of the world outside, plunging the kit in darkness and warmth. Its thorns guard the kit's well being, covering every area of the place and guard the one opening of the plant. The plant all in all was like one big protective barrier, like his eggshell did before his birth. It stood against the evils of the world.

A first glance if looked like a prison to the nameless kit with its enclosed walls, darkness, and the tiny thorns, but it slowly changed into some place of protection. With what he witnessed what happen those three suns before.

He looked at this place now with four sunrise old eyes as a safe haven. He was safe here within in this place among the pointy thorns and enclosing walls. What was once a place of imprisonment turned an impenetrable barrier against terrors of the world outside of it for him and the nameless kit would just stay here until those monsters finally forgot about him.

The nameless kit remembered how he didn't have the guts to look at the opening directly, he still didn't, nor did he acknowledge it. It was simple to the nameless kit, if he didn't acknowledge or look at it, then the opening didn't exist along with the world outside as well.

Too bad the world didn't agree with him then, because just at that moment loud thundering voices followed by sharp piercing sequels broke out from the outside of this thorny shelter. He remembered his whole body jumped abruptly, and his heart frozen in freight. He remembered stopped breathing for a heartbeat as well.

He remembered how the all the voices seemed to gather together in one area and the rapid padding of paws tapping against the ground. These noises only got louder as heavier paws crash into the area and followed by familiar barks and growls of those monsters.

His body then started to shake and trembling whimpers escaped his mouth; as he realized those voices were coming towards his hideaway. The nameless kit shook his head from side to side slowly, clumsy trying to back way.

It was right when those voices voice were right in front of plant's barrier and sound like they were going to invade it; did he truly freak out. He startled to cry out in terror as on of those monsters' paws came into sight. He didn't hear the anything but his own fearful cries, his pounding heart in his chest and in his head. He scrambled backward clumsily on unstable paws away from small opening. He didn't stop until his furry backside met one the thorny sides of the shelter.

The next moments were chaotic blur of noises, terror, and tears. The world swirled around him until it was reduced to only unrecognizable, tangled shapes and a mixer of colors. Blurs of greens and browns painted his vision with splotches of blues, reds, and yellows adding to the mix. He remembered the disembodied voices cries drift soft around him; some were trying to calm him down, while others seemed to whispering things to each other silently. It was all too much for him; the nameless kit blackout again among the chaos mess. He remembered the last thing he heard the soft murmur of a soothing voice before his conscious faded again.

When the nameless woke up later sunhigh, he vowed never to go out there. He curled his small, fragile body into a tight ball, pulling in his tail and warping it around himself tightly and tucking his head into his body smashing his ears against his head so he couldn't hear the outside world. Burying his face in his belly, squeezing his eyes closed tight preventing from seeing the outside. When the nameless kit was done he looked liked a small brown furry shaking bundle of fur pushed up against the spiky wall of this prickly shelter farthest wall from entrance.

He remembered from then on for next few suns, he ignored anyone that came a calling. There were multiple voices that approached his shelter in hope of getting a response from him. Some tried to encourage him to come out, while others tried to get him just talk to them or to look at them once. They all came with different approaches to help him, but all came for one reason, curiosity. Curiosity of who was this new creature that entered their territory.

However, he rejected each and every one of their vainly efforts to get him to move or talk. Until number of visits started to dwindle down until they stopped all together on the third sun, giving up and leaving the nameless kit alone. Which is what the nameless kit wanted.

He thought he could lay here alone in his thorny fortress and do nothing, but it was well into his first sun that he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his belly. It started of as empty feeling in his belly that growled at him in hunger and slowly transformed into a stabbing pain. The nameless kit tried to curve the feeling and kill the pain by curling his body up into itself tighter, but it did nothing but increase the growls and stabbing pain. It wanted something to fill it, by something liquidly, creamy, and filling. However he wasn't about to go against his own vow nor did he want to risk his life if those monsters were lurking out there. No, his safety trumped the hunger.

His stomach growled against that, but the nameless kit ignored it. The only thing on his mind was what was going to happen to him. He didn't know if those monsters had had left him alone to die or if they would try again later to get him to leave this sanctuary of his.

The nameless kit realized that first sun; the monster didn't even try to even tempt enter this place. He remembered only their paws at the opening, but even then they didn't even try to go beyond that. It was then that he began to believe that this place had some kind of protective, mystical barrier from letting those monster and others that meant to harm him from entering. It kept all those monsters at bay and those that continually tempted him to leave it, so it must be true.

If only it provided food, then it would be prefect. The nameless kit thought quietly, as he tried to thwart the images of that traumatic night. The night that was forever ingrained in his mind because it was his first sight. A sight that the nameless kit wished that he never saw. The nameless kit would give anything to be somewhere else but here, to have seen something different. That it was just a dream.

However the nameless kit knew this wasn't dream and even though he never looked up, he knew that his situation would be the same. No amount of wishing would change it.

The nameless kit knew it wasn't a dream either, because all of his dreams were of that traumatic night. His dreams, every one of them further terrorizing the nameless kit every time he closed his eyes. Each dream and every dream building on those memories and making the monsters so much more terrifying then they were initially were. The nameless kit somehow found sleep during this, but he always woke up feeling same as he did the moment he fell asleep. Tired and jittery.

The nameless kit just stayed there waiting for the sun to go out again, so he knew that he survived another sun.

However, just because the kit chose to ignore the outside world, didn't mean that the world outside cease to exist. No, the world kept on moving without him.

In his solitude, he could still hear the wind soft blowing, rustling the leaves on his shelter. He could hear the birds singing happily to the morning sun. He heard the far off cries of those voices from before, enjoying themselves freely out there.

They sounded so fearless, so carefree, running around outside in the open sun with no inhibitions of their fates. They were limitless to the possibilities of their futures and lives out there. These creatures had something that he felt that he would never have. For what that something was, he didn't know. All the nameless kit felt was an unanswered yearning growing from with within him.

The nameless kit quickly smashed down this yearning, knowing that no matter how he wanted to answer that yearning, it was impossible for him to do so. He reinforced this by remembering his vow.

What need to a have with the outside world, when this place is perfect for me? He thought questioning himself. Everything's calm and peaceful here. Plus I'm alone in here, protected. I don't need to worry about the outside world, if I just stay here and existed in this place. I don't need anybody else. The nameless kit stubbornly thought.

He stubbornly ignored the creatures' voices call out over the wind, focusing only on his own breathing and heartbeat. He kept on listening to the rhythm of his heart beating along with his soft and slow breaths. At each breath he felt the tension in his body leave him, his eyes flutter under there lids in a tempt to remain awake. It wasn't long before sleep took over him and the kit welcomed it. He hadn't slept well the last night before and hoped that nap would refresh him. With this though the kit fell light sleep, semi-conscious of the world around.

In his daydream, he heard a soothing female voice calling out to him, whispering to him softly. Her voice was light, calm, and reassuring, soothing him with just her words.

Light touches against his body followed those words; soft paws brushing against his side sending a light shivers racing down his spine. Those paws suddenly disappear and felt another body settling down against his, curling round him in a loving embrace; her pelt brushing against his, warming up his small body. Her tail circled his body from the other side and pushed him further into her, making sure he was well protected and warmed. He then felt a tongue; her tongue he guessed lapping softly at his head like a mother would do with its kits, all while calling out to him with her softly and lovingly voice.

Ummm! That feels so nice, so good. The nameless kit thought blissfully, enjoying the calming sensations his small, worn out body felt. It wasn't anything that he had experienced before. It felt so real to the kit, like those few suns were just a dream and that he would wake up laying against his mother watching over with a loving gaze. I wish that was true; I hate being alone. I wonder where she is? Where did she go? I wonder why she left me here all alone? Ohhh, that hits the spot. Please don't stop!

However, just as he was getting use to the loving touch, the female creature pulled away from him; her touch leaving him just as abruptly as came.

Her warmth leaving him, as she uncurled her body from his and gave his head a final lick and padded away softly. She paused mid-pawstep called out again; coaxing him, say "Come on kit, the world isn't scary as you think. Come, come an follow me" and then padded away, "I'll be wait." She mewed, her paws fleeing away quickly.

The nameless kit jerked out of his daydream, still feeling the warming sensations on his pelt. He popped his head up out from his small body, ears twitching, his large brown sleep filled eyes looked unfocusedly around his den; trying to catch the creature in her fleeing.

He saw a brown blur slipping out of the tiny entrance of his thorny shelter, as its bushy brown tail with a cream tip slipped out. The creature continued to coax him, telling him to follow her.

The nameless kit hesitated for a heartbeat of leaving his shelter, but the tempting offer of feeling like that again was too much. So ignoring his vow, he dreamily uncurled his body, stared transfixed on the opening that the she creature left from. Her voice still calling out, but it was getting fainter and fainter that the nameless kit had to strained his ears to hear what she was saying.

A sense of urgently shot through him, as he realized that that heavenly voice with caring touches was leaving and he didn't want her to leave! But his paws didn't seem to be working!

Every time he tried to push himself up on to his paws, they would collapse from under him each time sending pieces of his bedding to flying until his pelt got covered in wispy fragments of the soft green bedding. On his next attempt, the nameless kit cried out in frustration as he slipped and fell again, sending more of his bedding soaring into the air.

A tiny piece of his bedding fluttered gentling down and settled itself on his tiny forehead and the small kit huffed in response, batting the stray green fragment off his head with right forepaw.

His legs just refused hold him up!

They caved under his body's weight; unable and so unused to holding up his body and it's weight. His paws always slipping on the soft ground, unable to get a get a good grip on the ground below him.

The nameless kit whimpered, as he looked desperately at that small opening in plant. Hoping that that feminine creature hadn't left him yet.

He looked at his paws in frustration, glaring at them for their refusal to do what he wanted them to do. Then he looked up staring at lit hole, standing there innocently as if it was silently mocking him. The nameless kit let out a small hiss in anger and felting something sliding out of his paws, delving under the soft plant bedding and scraping against the ground under him.

What was that? The nameless kit froze in his staring match with the opening and stared at his paws in wonder, try to figure out what his body just did. The kit flexed these new appendages of his, hearing the sharp things move with his paws; digging into the ground under him at his command.

He dislodged one of his forepaws from its grip on the earth and lifted up, turning it around so the padded side was facing him. The underside of his paw greeted him.

His paw three toes on it and on each toe was small circular pink paw pad and right in the center was a large circular pink paw pad. Coming out of those three toes were three tiny claws and a hidden claw where his paw was connected to his forepaw. The claws were clear and sharp, clenching and unclenching with his paw's movements.

The nameless kit was struck with idea. Maybe I can use my claws to anchor my paws into ground so I can stay upright! He thought gleefully, as he placed the paw back down and threading his claws back into the ground.

The small kit eagerly started out his plan by locking all of claws in his paw into the ground below him, and tugging on them to make sure that they would stay there. The kit began to slowly push himself up on his paws, knowing from previous experience that going to fast would send him a one-way ticket into the ground below.

The nameless kit moved slowly upwards on to his paws. His paws were shaking as he placed more weight on his short, small legs and paws, but the determinedly kept on pushing upwards until he was stood up on his paws for the first time.

Standing up on his wobbly legs and unstable paws, he felt a lingering feeling of accomplishment flood through him as he stared at his next objective. To get to the small opening in the plant and the female creature that waited beyond it.

His paws itched to move forward, but before he could take his first step, he froze. Why I am so eager to go out there and see her? I don't even know if she even on my side! He questioned, as fear and hesitation took hold. It could all be a trap for all I know! There is no way of knowing what will happen it I set one paw outside out of here! He frantically thought, staring uncertainly at lit opening and something dawned on him. She might even be in on it! She could be waiting with those monsters outside, waiting for me to go against my resolve and mindlessly going out there to my doom!

That's it! I am not going out there! The kit vowed again as he stood there unwilling to move, his claws dug in the floor below adamantly refusing to take on pawstep further, and glaring accusingly at the opening for tempting him and that female creature for weakening his resolve.

He heard her voice coaxing, tempting him again to leave there again. Offering sweet nothings and warm promises of love, but the nameless kit wouldn't fall for the temptress kind voice again. He shook of her call, just as he shook off the green pieces of bedding stuck to his pelt.

He waited and listened as her gentle mews faded away and the silence returned; it wasn't until then did he finally relax again. The nameless kit sighed and closed his eyes, noticing again left alone in this place, but he liked it that way. He enjoyed the silence and the subtle isolation that the kit wanted. Why did he need love, warmth, and tender touches, when he could live just as well without it? It was just one meaningless comfort that could lead one astray. No, it was for the best.

"You don't want do that," a voice growled sternly out of nowhere, startling the nameless kit from his thoughts.

What! The kit thought as his eyes jerked his open, widening in fright and quickly whipped his head around, scanning the area, trying to find the owner of the voice, but found no one. It sent a shiver down his spine.

This is just ridiculous! The kit exclaimed, questioning his sanity. Am I hallucinating! Or am I just going crazy! Because that would be just the kicker right now! First, I hear and feel the touch of a female creature and now another voice, a male one, come out of no where and when I look up he is no where to be seen!

Maybe it's just from the lack of food or sleep that's causing this! Yah! That has to be it because this is certainly not real! The scared kit rationalized to himself, but then again rationalizing it like would mean that those monster out there were an illusion as well, and he knew those monster he saw that night were real!

I-I'll just try to ignore it! The kit shook and slammed his eyes shut again, thinking that closing his eyes would make the problem go away, because it had worked before with those other creatures and monsters, maybe it would work again!

"Ignore the problem will not help you, kit. It will only make your situation worse." The male creature spoke again with a voice that was clear and strong, and with great measure. It was obviously to the kit at the male was not going to leave him just because the kit childishly closed his eyes while believing that the male would. No, that was just foolish of him. "You need stop being so paranoid of the outside world. Its not like the whole world is out to get you."

"Nor is everyone your enemy, kit." The male creature growled, exposing every one of the kit's thoughts to light. "Neither me nor she are. Can't you see that we're just trying to help you?" The male creature sighed, which startled the kit because he could feel warm air bellowing in his ears.

He hadn't noticed that the male had gotten this close to him. He hadn't heard the male's paws padding up to him nor did the male leave any other sign of it. The intrusion was so sudden. The male creature somehow had gotten so close that the kit could feel hot breathing against his ears and the other's body pressing firmly against his right flank; firmly enough that the kit could feel the thick bundle of muscles rippling under the male creature's pelt.

The kit tensed against the male figure, as a jolt of panic was quickly sent through his body and his mind scream at him get way, but he couldn't move. He didn't want to move. He was too afraid to move; afraid that one wrong move could provoke the creature, and the kit knew he wouldn't survive an assault from the likes of this creature. However, while the male creature's form was frightening, it also felt that of a parent.

While it wasn't soothing as female's pelt, it held assurance. Hers had been soft and fluffy like a mothers, but the male's remind him more of a fathers; tall, strong, and muscular. His voice was also like a father. It held a great deal of pride and strength, stern and commanding, but also offering small, unspoken encouragement at the same time. It was forcing the kit to face reality.

"Don't run away, kit," The male commanded in a warm tone, noticing that he was getting through to the kit. "That's the worse thing you can do right now. What you need to do is to confront it instead."

"The world out there is waiting for you. Waiting for you to explore it. Learn from it." The male assured the kit, while sounding so worldly. To the nameless kit, it seemed this creature was well beyond his years despite sounding so young. This was the same for the females, sounding so young but also had the same voice a mother would use to reassure her kits when they were hurt or frighten.

"World out there might be full of danger and yes, you might very get hurt, but its better than hiding in here alone, cowering like a frighten rabbit!" The male creature snapped at the kit, his words shook the nameless kit to his core.

"Oh! I remember! You don't give a mousetail about that!" The male hissed in the kit's ear causing the kit to jump, his tone switching abruptly from assuring to mocking. He didn't understand, couldn't understand what caused such a drastic change in the male creature's personality. It was quick that sent the kit mind reeling, leaving him both startled and confused.

It made him wonder what happened? The male creature before was so much more comforting, brave and sympathetic while being stern and commanding. Someone he knew he could trust.

However, the creature that stood beside him now spoke to him in darken anger; saying cold words of cruelty and hurtful things carelessly in the kit's ears. The nameless kit didn't want that him! He didn't want another creature to betray his trust in the world more! But somewhere deep down within him, he knew he had to hear this. This creature was speaking the truth, a hurtful truth being brought out into the open. So the kit listened on.

"You don't care that eves out there are worried about you! You wouldn't care if eves were dying out! You'd rather stay here and BE SAFE! Then get your own paws wet! Even now your trembling in fear like the cornered rabbit you are!" The male barked loudly, insulting the nameless kit with good measure.

The kit listened throughout the male creature tirade; at every insult the creature threw at him. At first it hurt to hear all the malicious things coming out of the male's mouth, but then another emotion took a hold of him. Anger. Sure he was a scary-mouse, timid to the unknown world outside the wall of thorns, vines, and leaves; and of the monsters that prowled it, but that didn't mean he was about to be degraded by a creature he barely knew.

The trembling the male creature had felt wasn't fear. No, he was shaking in rage and humiliation. His didn't like to be insulted like that, to be compared to animal he didn't know twice. He wouldn't stand it! The kit's fur bristled and his claws raked the ground below him. Unshed tears prick his eyes, distorting his vision a little bit.

Those words, no matter how spiteful they were, giving the kit the strength to fight back. To prove he wasn't total coward.

"I am not a rabbit!" The nameless kit protested loudly, trying to growl to look more intimidating, but all that came out was a small high-pitched squeak. His throat felt dry and raspy from all the screaming he had done the past few suns and from the lack of water. The kit was startled by his own voice, looking down embarrassed with ears drooped as cruel laugh rang out from the male.

"Oh so you're not a rabbit, you say." The male purred between his chuckles, obliviously not affected by the pathetic attempt of intimidation and brave on the kit's part. "Sounding so brave, so strong. Squeaking like a panicked mouse. Now where did that come from?

"I can't believe I heard such a spineless mouse, would have the gall to fight back."

The kit didn't reply, he wouldn't reply; no matter how tempting it was. He wouldn't give the male any more ammo to use against him. Though secretly seething on the inside at every word. Also what was with this creature mocking him with random animals, animals he didn't even know for that matter, but the impression he was getting was that these creatures weren't considered threats or held in high-esteem at all. Actually with all of the male's taunts, comparing him to these animals made him almost lower that these unknown creatures. It was that, that truly hurt.

"Just as I excepted, all mews with no claws." The male snarled mockingly, his voice full of dark amusement. "I bet a coward like you couldn't go outside of your precious shelter or even take one pawstep!" The male challenged the nameless with a baited low hiss.

"I could too!" The kit squeaked, immediately gasping at his own mistake.

"Oh, could you?" Male creature purred, "Then why don't you prove it to me?"

"Prove it?" The brown eve replied shakily, looking nervously at the small-lit hole in the tangled plant. "How?"

"You already know how." The male replied, pulling away from him, though the kit swore he could still feel him; speaking his words directly into the eve's ears despite the male creatures distance.

The kit's eyes widened, staring cross the den at innocent hole with new eyes. The place seemed large to the eve before, but somehow it had grown larger in the last few heartbeats. It distorted the place, stretching the entrance farther away from his reach. It was like he was looking into a dark tunnel that stretched on forever with a small circle of light shining in the distances, giving a mocking hope of reaching it. That's what it felt like. It was totally unreachable! The was just no way he would reach it with his stubby legs and clumsily paws. He couldn't do it!

"Focus, kit!" The male hissed, causing the eve to flinching, reminding the kit that he was still there. "You're allowing your fear to take control again. You need to control it, instead of it controlling you"

"H-how?" The newborn stuttered, breathing so quickly that it felt like he wasn't getting enough air in his lungs and his heart was beating as quickly as an hummingbird. "H-how can I control it? T-the fear! I-its impossible!"

"It is not impossible. Nothing is impossible! All you need to do is to confront it!" The male snapped, though it didn't have the same malevolent presence. Somehow with the flick of an ear the male creatures voice return to its stern and commanding presence thought the brown kit could still hear a bite of malicious in his words. It also had some strange calming affect to it, which soothed him "And the first step to do that is by stepping through that hole."

"O-okay. I'l-i'll do it!" The newborn eve said determinedly, thought still eyeing the entrance like it was the root of all evil, and lifted one of his shaky paws from the ground slowly and stepped forward. He felt as his paw met the ground in front of him; instantly locking his claws in the ground so he wouldn't fall and with that a thrilling feeling overtook him compelling him take another step and another; until the unnamed kit padded across the huge den on shaky paws of his own free will. Fear forgotten.

Each one of his steps was small due to this short and thin legs and he stumbled and struggled to small entrance, the hole that seemed out of the kit's reach. It felt hopeless and sometimes he wanted to give in, but the young eve could feel the males gaze on his back, never wavering, as if the creature was waiting for the kit to fail.

So he pushed on, his paws carrying him onto his destination. Getting closer and closer until the enclosed entrance was right before him. The brown eve's paws planted right on the edge in front of him, the sunlight licking the tips of his small paws.

The entrance seemed so much smaller from a distance and now looking at it up close it seemed to be big enough for two of him to get through, though the thought of those thorns pulling against his pelt didn't seem too comfortable to go through.

The sun's ray shone through the entrance, blocking the view from the outside world like a veil of light. The kit looked the entrance and blinked, as if he was waiting for something or expecting something to come out of it.

When it didn't come, the newborn looked back hesitantly in a quick glance for an answer or a word of encouragement from the male creature, but saw nothing. The kit sighed as he looked back in front of him, shaking his head.

What was I expecting? He's nothing but a figment of my imagination. The kit thought, though deep down within him, he desperately wanted him to exist. Because that would be at least one creature in this world he knew. At least there was a creature that cared about him enough to say these things and never give up just because he was difficult. He liked this creature because of that, despite his stern voice and the cold words from earlier.

However, that was neither here nor there at this point and wouldn't help him with the looming gate in front of him. The newborn eve stared at the glowing portal, with mixed emotions. That veil of light was both warm and inviting, and cold and terrifying at the same time. Thoughts jangled in his mind, doubting the exit for a heartbeat for not know what was on the other side.

What if all that waited me on the other side was a pack of those monsters with claws sharp and teeth bared! Or something worse! The kit shuddered at the thought, but though his mind was terrified…his heart longed to venture beyond it. He had only seen the world for a brief moment, and had yet to explore it at all. Was it just as glorious and bright as those creatures portrayed it to be? Was just as open and beautiful that the kit imaged it to be?

In at moment between wonder and hesitation the male creatures voice came again, his words sounding stronger and deeper, "Kit, why do you hesitate now? Your goal lies before you, only a few pawsteps away from reaching it? The world is waiting for you. Don't let it down."

With those words, the unnamed kit felt his mind clear and his fear ebbing away, as a sudden jolt of determination took hold. His frame shook in excitement as placed one of his paws through the barrier of light and padded forwards thought the gap, pushing himself through it and into the world of the unknown. It thorns on the brambles tugging and pulling at his brown fur and cream-colored furry collar as the eve pushed through, scrapping at his pelt.

The moment he stepped out of the darkness, the small kit was instantly blast by bright, blinding sunlight painting the entirely world in white light.

For a brief moment the eve stood dazed, looking a world different from the place he was born in. Stretched out before him was a world colored in white, expanding out endlessly out all around him. The place seemed to go on forever, unchanging, with not one living thing or creature in it. The place also seemed to have no ground nor sky, but it felt like he was standing on something but he wasn't. It was so confusing to the kit; then again this whole place was confusing. The place was rather stagnant and soundless with no hint of wind or warmth at all.

Then two forms flashed into existence, bring the warmth and the familiarly with them. These figures were glowing, their bodies bigger and taller compared to the eve's own small and tiny frame. They were hard to explain. They had animal traits that consisted of raccoons, foxes, dogs, and cats, though they had more traits of cats and foxes then anything else. The creatures' bodies were covered in brown fur and bushy tails that consisted of brown fur that had a cream-colored tip on the tail tip. They also had cream-colored furry collars, four short feline-esque legs with small paws, and big, long pointy ears with brown inner ears, and big brown eyes.

One was male standing clear and strong, looking like a boulder stand on the tip of a mountain, while the other was female sitting close to him. She was beautiful, and sat perfectly elegant looking so serene in this blank world. They both looked so surreal here, and yet they fit in perfectly here.

Both the creatures were staring at him, one with a stern face and a leveled gaze and the other with a soft smile and loving eyes.

Then the female stood up and padded swiftly, graceful towards him. She circled him in a loving embrace just like before, cloaking him a pungent flowery scent. She lick his head once before purring, "I knew you could do."

"I will always be there for you." She said rubbed her head against his and reluctantly pulled away from him, giving him a sad smile and padded away behind him into the infinitely whiteness. The kit turned his head and mewed, crying out to her and trying to get her to come back like a lost kit calling for its mother. She stopped for a moment and soft said in a sad mewed, "Even if you can't see me." Then continued her trek into the white world until she disappeared from sight in swirl of white.

The young eve watched her disappear within the white swirl with longing eyes and then looked down to the white nothingness below him, his ears and tail drooping. The small kit could felt the loneliness and emptiness of this world creeping in and sound fading away to silence.

Until a low growl sound out, echoing throughout this strangle white world. It sent a jolt through the little kit's body and look upwards to see the male creature stand right in front looking down upon him, his beating gaze seem to drill right into his own. He had forgotten that the other creature was there.

It was unnerving to be looked down upon by those unwavering gaze of those eyes, it made the kit feel smaller than he already was and pierced him through and through making the kit feel so exposed. That combined with the creature's huge frame, which was almost as big as those monsters from before, was a deadly combination.

As deadly as it felt, kit was more confused and curious, and filled with questions let it affect him too much. Though it spoke in his voice immensely with each question he asked.

"Who are you?" the small kit asked cautiously, but receiving no response in return.

"Do you know where we are?" He tried again. Nothing.

"Okay, do you know who am I?" The kit cried out desperately, "Please, you have to tell me it you know anything!"

But, the large fox-like creature stood standing silently and emotionlessly like a stone. A the tangy pine scent wafted off of him, making the kit feel like he was standing in a forest rather than here. His steely gazed down at him from his pillar through narrowed eyes, as if expecting something. The kit faltered under his intense gaze and looked down at his paws.

The feline-esque fox let out something that sound like either a soft sigh or a grumble and started to move, stepping strongly and quickly, veering to the eve's right side. The muscular creature came to a sudden stop so his head was parallel with the kits, so that the male's small muzzle and mouth were aligned with the kit's ears.

"Remember, one's first steps are only the beginning," the fox-like creature grumbled in the kit's small ear, causing the kits head to snap to the side to see the male's brown eye staring at him.

" 'One's first steps are only the beginning?' " The young eve repeated confused, just who was he referring to? Was he referring to me and my first steps or something big than that? What does that mean? I don't understand.

The brown furred male just grunted, continuing to look at the kit with eye narrowed.

However, the confused kit just cocked his head to the side and just stared back at this creature with wonder. This male fox was a creature of little explanation, expecting him to understand so much with so little. It was difficult for him, a kit of three sun, to understand someone as wises as this eve and yet the brown and tan fox next to him found him ignorant for not knowing.

The stone-faced creature sighed at this and flicked his tail and jerking his head towards behind him, signaled the kit to follow his gaze.

The kit caught this and cautiously followed the male fox's lead and turned his head and gaze to look in front of him to see blank white space sprawling out forever and nothing else. What am I suppose to be seeing that I haven't seen already? Nothing seems any different than when I first arrived. Maybe, He can tell want it is that I'm supposed to see? The kit thought as he turned his sight back to the backwards creature and open his mouth to ask, but stop by the look on the creature's face.

The male had turn his head to looked at him with both eyes, showing an unreadable expression, though looking serious above all else. His wide brown eyes slanted sharply on his face into a sharp glare and drilled unblinking into the kit's eyes once more, but this time it was different than before. What was a strong gaze before turn into an unbreakable connect that the kit found hard, as hard as he might, to look away from. Then he felt poking at his mind, followed by a small flash of light and then a voice spoke, sounding just like the strong-muscled creature before him. 'I know you have questions, but all will be answered soon. What you need to do is to look forwards again and you will see what is meant to be seen.'

I will see what's meant to be seen. Huh. The kit sighed, "It's worth a shot" as he reluctantly obeyed again, but found it weird that the creature didn't move his mouth at all to speak those words. He turn his head to look to the front once more with a wearily look on his face, expecting to see something, but saw nothing out of the ordinary from the same dull world around him.

"I don't get it. What am I suppose to–" The kit stop mid sentence as he saw something forming on the horizon. It was hard to see a first, among the blankness around him, but the kit was able to see a haze figure form out of nowhere far away in the distance through squinted eyes. The figure was cloaked in white, blending itself in with the world around it, and yet the figure seemed to shine in this lifeless place, like a star shining in the darkness of the night.

"Who or what is that?" The kit asked trying as he might to see more of the mysterious figure, he couldn't. Though the kit could swear he could hear faint chiming echoing forever in this void of a world.

"It's the One," The brown and tan fox simply replied. "The One you're meant to find."

"Who's or what is the One?" The kit replied enamored with the figure in the distance cloaked in white, soothing him in a way he didn't know. "And how do I find the One?"

"You will know when the time comes." The strong creature mewed, he too at sum point at turn around and stood parallel to him and gazed knowingly at the figure of light. "You'll know." The male spoke softly closing his eyes and lifting his head before being engulfed in the same white swirl that took the female creature away from him.

"Wait a minute! Don't go!" the kit cried, but it was too late the male creature had disappear from his sight, leaving the kit alone with the strange figure. "I don't understand any of this."

The kit turned back to the light creature and stared at the cloaked form, almost making out the swing of something behind it.

"Just who are you?" The kit softly mewed, asking an unanswered question as the light around creature started to glow bright, surrounding it until the user was enclosed in a ball of light and to the kit's horror, the light seemed to grow out quick around it. Filling the entire space up.

It didn't take long before it reached the three sun old eve and enveloped him was well in a cocoon of light, and right before it blinded him, the kit saw a golden star among the light before the white light forced him to close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes next the world that he saw astound him with its beauty and its different, but wonderful smells. One scent in particular was a wet earthy and greenery scent that was a result of a particularly strong due to the rainstorm that happened yesterday at sundown. The kit shuddered as he remembered how vicious the storm was and how almost felt like the wind could have carried him and his shelter away. The air and the land smelled clean in the moist air because of it and puddles were scattered about the grass floor around him.

The place was not what he expected. He expected something more terrifying and desolate and swarming with monsters ready to attack him at will, but what he saw filled his eyes with awe and wonder. He never knew how big and beautiful the world was.

The was short tramped, green grass growing out of the ground far the kit's eyes could see and right in the middle of the grass, was a large, blue-gray boulder that was like pillar to the sky, that had this mysterious shimmering light surrounding it, as if held some unknown power within it.

There were also other thorny shelters like his, three to be exact. They were built similar to his, all tangled, thorny, and green. The only thing different were this red and black berries cling to them, but when looking back he saw the same fruit hanging on his as well.

Although the thorny shelters didn't seem the only ones with this ability, most of the greenery around the kit bore fruit. Most of these plants were similar to the thorny counterparts, but none off them had any thorns and all seemed to be very unique. These bunch of spikeless shelters were covered in leaves of different colors and shapes, and the leafy shelters themselves were different in height and size. Some had different colored fruits with different sizes and shapes hung on them, while others were covered with colored flowers on these leafy shelters.

Beyond these leafy shelters and thorny shelters was this huge of brown, bumpy wall of rock that was two times taller that the glowing boulder and ten times as thick and wide. It was also very strong to survive all these moons, but well worn from moons of rain, wind, ice and snow, as it if had seen its many shares of battle.

These walls hugged the land around him from both sides in a brutal embrace, cutting the land from the rest of land around it creating a rocky barrier of protection from those that wished to breach it. The rock wall was sloped and traveled downwards, slowly decreasing height the further down it went though and taper off at the ends like some sort of ramp and gave way to greenery as a barrier.

As the kit looked to the sky, he felt the warmth of the sun beating down on him, warming his small body with it's rays, and soft, cool breeze rippling across the sky, pushing little white puffy clouds across the infinite blue sky looming over him, while making its way to the earth below and gracing the life living under it for brief moments in time. The kit shivered as the wind graced him when it threaded itself though his thin, soft kit-fur like air-like claws and rippled it way down his body and listen the whispers of the echoing around him, as if the world was silently welcome him to the world.

Then there was the master of warmth, the sun. It stood proudly high in sky and hung right in the center, to make sure that all would bask in its glory on it's fire throne. It was the thing that gave him light and warmth against the darkness of his memories and the monsters and yet it looked none threatening from this distance looking like a harmless big yellow ball light compared the wide blue sky spread out all around it.

As the sun's rays fell over his face and body, the kit felt a strong feeling flood though him, as if the sun was trying to give the eve it's power. It was a weird feeling and sensation that made him feel beyond himself from heartbeat, but then passed when a random cloud sailed over it; cover the kit in its shadow, causing the to look away from the sun and trying not to feel the tingles of sensation left behind on his pelt and looked forward and saw that he was not alone here.

In the distance, well beyond the leafy shelter and far away from the giant blue-gray glowing boulder stand proudly above its leafy and thorny companions, where a bunch of brown-furred creatures gallivanting under the warmth of the sun. Their different scents seemed to combine into a strangled, strong smelling mesh of scents that was carried his way by the wind; and that wasn't the only thing it carried.

It carried their voices as well, showing off each different voice on a single strand of wind. He could heard each and everyone of their squeals, yowls, mews, growls, laughter, and cries, assaulting his young ears with the consistent noise that it hurt his head a little hearing them.

However these voices sound exactly like the voices that visited him daily while he was in his own self-appointed inclusion. Ones that he distrusted only because of their involvement with the monsters, but he never really saw them at all. Actually, these creatures seemed to become more interesting by the heartbeat, not that he trusted them. Because he didn't, he still didn't know if they were like him or like the monsters they worshiped. However, because he gave those two other creature the benefit of the doubt, he felt like it would be wrong to not treat this zipping brown blurs as enemies before he had all the facts. They might even be similar to those two other fox-like creatures in appearance.

If they are, maybe they could tell me who I am. The kit gazed at the darting blurs of creatures making out only a few details that most animals possessed that consisted of four legs, ears, and tails, as they showed themselves for a few brief moments before disappearing behind another leafy shelter. They seemed to be chasing a batting around something with their paws that the kit couldn't quite make out from this distance. It would seem that he would have to get closer to this creatures to see if they were trustworthy or not. So with curiosity and determination, did he being to make his track forwards on his short and wobbly paws.

He took each step forwards slowly to make sure he did make a faithful trip to ground below, gripping his claws to the grass and earth below him, clinging to it to dear life. Unstable steps and clumsy paws skirted the ground, however the kit's sight was set firmly on the creatures in the distance.

With each step that he took, the kit started to feel his paws become lighter, stronger, and quicker until they felt like the glided across grass with no effort at all, enough that kit began to frustrated by claws prevent him from going fast.

It was the moment that he withdraw his claws from the ground, he took off running freely and unabandoned across the grassy land stretched out before him.

It was a thrilling feeling. A newfound freedom, unexplored because of helpless fear. It filled his chest with warmth and exhilaration with is heart agreeing with happy beats; a feeling of excitement resounded in soul.

This was the world I was afraid of!The young kit thought ebulliently as he watched the world around him become clearer and brighter and a little less dark. It seems pretty safe to me. Maybe that male creature from before was right.

I mean I've been out here for a moons time and not one of those monsters have yet shown up. Even the world is more pleasant and happy then the twisted, desolate world I imaged it would be with sharp and jagged rocks rising out of the ground like spikes; dusty rocky ground; or distorted landscapes. Nope! Nothing scary or murderous around here to be seen or heard of. Just harmless leafy shelters; soft, wavy grass; bright skies; a warm sun and cool breezes as far as my eyes can see. Even those creatures in the distance maybe, just maybe will be someone that I can call friend.

It felt like mist that had clouded is sight and mind had risen which each and every positive thought, leaving the world around him became sharper and purer to his mind.

I mean, what was I thinking. Monsters like those don't exist. It must have all been one big dream I had then,He thought happily. Yep, it's only a dream.

He continued to run freely and carefree, his thoughts clear and bright. Until those dark thoughts began to worm their way back into his thoughts

But it felt so real!He thought, feeling his paws drop from a run to a slow walk. It all felt and looked so real.

The kit looked ahead of him at the brown-pelted creatures, and felt a chill travel down his spine and an unknown emotion begun to creep its way through his body slowly.

A feeling of apperception, though the kit couldn't place his paw on it. It was as if his saw these unseen, unidentified creatures somewhere before, but that was ridiculous.

However, the emotion hung heavy in the kit's mind until it took hold of his soul and body, causing the kit to come to a slow stop before a leafy shelter, that was covered in brown leaves and had these light blue flowers with blue centers growing all over it.

The kit looked down to the ground below it, but not truly seeing it and frowned and drowned in his thoughts.

Why does something that I'm sure I haven't seen before, make me feel so unease? The kit thought feeling so confused, I'm I scared to see the creatures that cheered happily to the return of those terrifying monsters or did I see them in the shadow of those changing glowing creatures to monsters of nightmare?

Or am I afraid that those creatures are somehow related to those monsters? The kit's train of thought stopped in its tracks with that revelation, and cautiously stuck his head out from behind the brown leafy shelter and gazed at the figures of the brown-furred creatures with self-contained fear beating in his chest.

Two images flash before his eyes as he stared at those dashing brown figures. One was the elegant forms of the two fox-like creature he had met briefly heartbeat before this giving inspiration, comfort, and cryptic messages. The other was a brief few heartbeats of three nights before, well before those glowing creatures changed to monsters of terrifying proportions. There was faint outline with a quite similar form to those soothing foxes of brown and tan.

He vaguely remembered those creature's forms had round heads and big ears, and huge, bulky collar cling to their necks that could be a bunch of fur dangling from their necks. They where relatively small too the huge shadowed monsters in the back of them and their bodies were lean, slink, and smooth with bushy tails waving behind them.

Comparing and aligning the two together sent a jolt through the kit's body when he realized that they were so similar it hurt and terrified him, but it left him with more turmoil than anything else.

They are the same, but that's not what scares me. It's the very possibility that they're related to those monsters.

…And the other one is that if those creatures could transform, what would stop them from doing it right now? It they had that power.

Through all his thoughts, young eve's eyes were trained at the creatures zipping in and out of his sight, hoping with all the powers at be and any other mystic force out there that they wouldn't. He couldn't take it! It was all too soon to relive that terror. So he waited with wide eyes for anything to happened, holding his breath so they couldn't hear him spying on them.

An unconscious thought came mind as the kit waited for something happen before him, poking its way through his other thoughts; though the mayhem, terror, and uncertainly floating in his mind at the moment. Are you really afraid of them or their changed counterparts?

So the kit waited and waited and waited, until it felt like the earth had come to an standstill around him from his moons of waiting.

Nothing happened thankfully, allowing the kit to breathe a sigh of relief leaving him feeling like he had just escaped death for the second time, but knowing that didn't ease his thoughts.

Even it they didn't transform, it does mean they would be like their evolved counterparts. The kit thought stubbornly, before another thought poked his mind...but wouldn't that mean that those other to creature were the same too?

Also if I see them that way, is it because they are like that or is the fear and distrust talking? The kit shook his head, shaking his thoughts from his mind. He had to see just who these creatures were for himself to decided. He couldn't let any fear or doubt about those unconfirmed creatures stop him. Plus he was just as interested to see just what they were actually doing over there.

I wonder what their doing over there?The kit thought, cocking his head to the side and stared at these peculiar creatures in their movements. They were running around, paws ablaze. Batting round something with no mercy for what ever it was, but that all that he could see through glimpse in-between the gaps between the leafy shelters. It gave no clear line of sight of what they were really doing or how many there actually were.

This called for a closer view of these brown monster-related creatures and that meant he had to closer to them without them seeing him. The warnings of distrust, uncertainty, and fear wouldn't allow him to be seen just yet. So he went for the secrecy route and swept his gaze across the area around him.

Hmmmm?How to do that? What to use? What to use? The kit looked around at the land around him, taking in his surroundings and noticed that amount of leafy shelters were spaced enough that he could hide and dive between them without being seen. That'll work!

He crouched down and made sure that no one was looking in his direction. Then quickly dashed from out of his current leafy shelter to the next leafy shelter in front of him with pink, long leaves and white flowers with pink centers. Then repeated this process over and over again, that he was slowly gaining distance between him and those creatures.

He kept on moving from the leafy shelter to leafy shelter with simple ease inching closer and closer to the open field in the distance; skirting around the shallow puddles and misplaced rocks and pebbles, while keeping a distance between him in the leafy shelters as well for fear of single noise could alert them of his presence.

It almost felt like every single thing out there was staring at him at this moment, from the sun beating down on his back to the tell tale wind whipping about its quiet whispers to the subtle rustle of the leafs on the trees and shelters around him. It unnerved him greatly, making his pelt prick like nettles.

However, on the other paw, a silent thrill beat in his chest. It felt so right, sneaking around like this and hiding in the shadows like a well-train fox, but also enjoying the wonders of the world grow out around round him.

The leafy shelters gave out a verity of scents ranging from bitter to very sweet, each excluding these wondrous scents as he passed them, the flowers calling him to return to somewhere warm and safe, urge him to remember something buried deep within.

However, the kit kept on his trek to his desired destination, trying to shake off the feelings cling to his mind and body that was distracting him; thoughts almost proven to dangerous when the kit had narrowly avoiding getting skewed by another thorny shelter, very much like his own.

The kit dodged quickly out of the misplaced shelter and sighing in relief, and looked back at the disaster that could have been. His eyes fixated on sharp thorns for a few heartbeats to long because the next thing he knew he was going face first through one of the many leafy shelters inhabiting this place.

Before he knew it the world around him turned into a mess of light bluish-green leaves, small white flowers, and finally brown from the dirt below him; until the kit found himself buried under leaves, stems, and dirt.

Yuk!The kit pushed himself to his paws and spat out the bitter leaves that had fallen in his mouth, he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. All thoughts had left his mind at that moment as his heart beat quickly from the rush in adrenalin. The scents around him were reduced smell and taste now was dirt and the bitter taste of the leaves.

Note to self; always keep you eyes in front of you at all times while running and your mind focused world around you rather then your own thoughts.The kit thought as he pulling himself out of the leafy shelter and shook of the fallen twigs, leaves, and dirt at had fallen on his pelt during the crash, then began licking furiously on one of his paws, trying to get rid of the mixer of dusty earth and the bitter taste of the leaves off his tongue. Also never eat leaves! Yuk!

Taking one last lick at his paw, he lower it pausing in his movements as a far off cry made it's voice known; resounding in his twitching ears. The noises and voices of those far off mysterious creatures from before came back to him louder and sharper then before, reminding him of why he was here in the first place. Their voices so strong and clear that it was almost, as if, they were right on the other side of this leafy shelter.

In an unconscious gesture, the kit brought his paw back up and rubbing it across lips, in a last cleansing movement, before getting up. With careful and quiet pawsteps, the kit made his way around the bush and poked his head from behind the leafy shelter, he saw was two fox-lengths away from the source of the noise and excitement.

As nervous tremor shook his body and light terror gripped his heart, the kit continued on advancing forwards with a trembling resolution and before he knew it, his paws that lead him to the final barrier between him and those creatures.

The leafy barrier had short gray leaves that grew together in groups of four with yellow flowers that had a peanut-shaped core and a yellow hood radiating in a faint buttery scent. The plant was definitely shorter that the rest of the pervious leafy shelters but was longer in width; almost three tails-lengths longer.

So short, that the kit had scrunch down so the brown creatures couldn't see him. Despite the fact that the kit was so tiny, that the short leafy shelter dwarfed his small, frail body.

I'm so close!The kit exclaimed hearing the yowls, squeals, and mews of the strange creatures. He heard a yowl and heard something zip over the sky above him. He looked up to see something green sailed across the sky, followed by a blur of brown. The brown blur sharpened and revealed one of those brown creatures jumping in to the air. The creature grabbed it with its mouth and land on the ground gracefully and disappearing behind the leafy barrier.

Whoa! That was cool!The kit exclaimed in pure awe, as a tingle of excitement flowed throughout his body. As he heard the pounding of paws going in the direction the flying brown creature came from followed by excited cheers or boos.

Curiously, the kit stood and began unconsciously padded back and forth along the leafy barrier, his paws tingled with restlessness, an unknown feeling welled in his chest, like a feeling of longing, and his mind was filled with hundred thoughts and questions.

What are these creatures doing? What are they chasing? Is it some defenseless creature they killed? Or is it something else? Why are they doing it? Is this some sick ritual or a harmless game? If it were a harmless game, would they let me join? Or will they attack me for disturbing them? Do they know who I am? Where I come from? Are they related to those monsters? Can they help me at all? They don't look all that hostile from this distance. But, can I really trust them?

He wondered with every pawstep, and stopped in his tracks on that thought right in the middle of the leafy barrier and turned his head towards the wall of leaves.

A yowl cried suddenly over on the other side of the leafy wall, followed by the quick pounding of paws from his right.

It wouldn't hurt to see more what their doing, right?

Right!The kit confirmed firmly, answering his own thought and placed both of his forepaws on the top of the leafy shelter. He quickly pushed himself upwards so he was stand and hesitantly lifted his head up until he was able to see across the leafy barrier to the ground ahead, but the kit immediately chickened out and ducked his head below the leafy barrier again; panting softly. As fear wormed its way into his mind, as if he heard a voice whispering, warning him of the dangers of being curiosity could to him. It was almost, as if, the voice was warning of events later on.

He didn't know how right that voice was! But curiosity was stronger than that voice, so the kit shook that thought and fear from his head and determinedly poked his head out again from behind the leafy barrier and saw. The. Bizarrest. Thing. Ever.

Eight of those brown creatures were divide up to two groups of four and seemed to take be taking turns attacking each other, while trying to gain possession of some green object or keep it within their possession. By batting the green thing with quick paws and mouths, never leaving the thing alone.

While doing this, they kept on running around from one side to the other in an endless cycle, around the open stretch of short, flattened grass. With a combination of fast paws, the tackling of bodies, the fury of teeth and sheathed claws, and a couple of flying paws. From time to time, one of the brown creatures made it to the end of one side of grassy plain and drove in-between two leafy shelters and the other brown creatures went crazy. Then they start the process all over again.

The kit looked on with wide eyes, trying to figure out for the life of him what in the world these creatures were doing. Cocking his head to the side causing his ears to follow his movement, the kit stared at the action in front of him in bewilderment. A single thought echoed in his head, what the mouse? Before taking notice more of the brown and tan fox-like creatures line up on the sidelines behind the combatants.

They sat opposite of where the kit was, but beyond the leafy shelters that enclosed the field, and cheering on the players of the maybe cruel, twisted, and bizarre game; as they were privy to the rules of whatever this was before them.

There were seven of those creatures all and though all looked the same to him as those agile, race forms on the battlefield and those two that lived in the world of white; and yet they all seemed so different as well.

They were lined up from the far left to the far right. Some sitting, some standing, and one were running rounded to and fro along the sideline.

Far to the kit's left was what it seemed to be a sitting male brown creature with ever-open wide-eyes and a sweet expression on his face as he switched his intention from the weird battle slash murder to the smaller creature next to him. He cheered at certain times but, more often then not, the male attention was solely on the small brown creature to the right of him.

The creature next to the wide-eyed male creature was what it seemed to be a sitting female creature that was cute and adorable, but instead of a smile to go along with cute face, there was miserable pout taking its place. She seemed to be complaining to the male creature half the time, taking no interest in the show in front of her.

After her, at about two tail lengths away, was two other brown creatures sitting really close each other. One of the brown creatures was male and was sitting up straight while looking down at the female creature below him with his green eyes with a in a warm gaze while softly licking her fur. The female below him laid her head on the male shoulder, sitting limply and with her eyes half closed. She looked on at the action in front her with a lazy gaze and looked like she was going to fall asleep in the next moment. When she almost looked like she would, the male creature would arouse her with soft nudges and whisper something softly and her ear.

The female would awaken with a start and look gaze up at the male and with a smile replied. Then continued to watch the action in front of her again, until she started to fall asleep again.

Watching this whole display, the kit started to get a weird feeling welling up in his chest, that he hadn't felt before. It felt hollow for some reason, like something was missing.

The kit gazed on with longing gaze for a while until his eyes saw some movement on the sidelines. Running from side to side was another male creatures, that didn't seem to be content on watching the action but wanted to be part of the action. He followed the green object and its players with great enthusiasm with fast paws. Loud cheers and chatter flew out of his mouth at a fast pace; a pace that matched his fast paws.

The two remaining brown sidelines sat and stood a tail length from the two other creatures, both were female.

One female was standing at seemed to be standing and yelling at the players for each movement, praising some for their actions and scolding others for theirs. She seemed to be so engrossed in the game that she didn't notice that she was irritating the female creature besides her. Sitting there quietly, watching the action being played before her in a passive eyes. As if she knew what the outcome of the game was.

The only show of irritation, the female creature showed was the small twitching of her ears and tail and the infrequent shift of her eyes and silent sighs, at her two energetic and rowdy companions acting like a pair of idiots.

Then a loud yowl cried out catching everybody's attention and all turned their gazes to the action on the field, and this caused the kit to follow suit.

He shifted his gaze back to the strange game to see, a sneaky male creature that stole the green object from small female creature during mid-play and passed it to a rather fast female creature with a spunky attitude. She ran energetically to the two leafy shelters only to be blocked by two other male creatures.

One of the male creatures stood stiffly and reserved in front of the oncoming female creature. His body and appearance screamed prim and proper.

While the other male stood his ground, determination was frozen on his face, untold daring spoke through his body, and a valiant gleam in his eyes; his appearance in all spoke of total fearlessness.

Both males made themselves up to be impenetrable wall against the charging female, but that didn't stop the female.

She kept on dashing forward and barreled on passed the two male creatures with unbridled courage, and knocking down the two males in the process.

The two brown male creatures glared at the female as she past them and struggled instantly to their paws again, and ran after female only to be stopped by two other brown creatures, a male and a female.

The male was the sneaky creature from earlier that seemed to employ an unhanded nature and the female with red eyes, was very steady, well balanced, and unlike her companion, show untold fairness. They blocked two male creatures, while the two male creatures tried to fight their way through the two-creature barrier.

While the two male creatures where busy, the fast brown female smirked as she looked back and broke into a muffled laughter. Most of laughter was being absorbed by green object in her mouth and the kit wondered if the female creature even noticed the danger she was giving herself.

I mean she got that green thing crammed in her mouth! If she was taken by surprise or accidently tripped or breathed too deeply, she could accidently choke on it! This game isn't only violent, murderous, and cruel. It is also dangerous!The kit thought as a shiver of fear shot through him, but he couldn't turn his head away from this brutal game.

The female creature turned her attention to back in front of her and stop laughing as she saw another male creature guarding the entrance between those two leafy shelters. Her eyes narrowed at the male creature with light green eyes at stood there with a calm and serene aura about him, that he wasn't the least afraid of the female creature charging towards him.

As the brown female neared the brown male, she stopped and spat the green thing out of her mouth, but immediately placed her paw over it. Squishing it a little. Which was weird, why give up your victory and mock someone because of your oncoming victory than actually do it and win.

I guess she just mouse-brained.

She stared at the male creature through her narrowed red eyes and spoken at to the male in front of her in a low tone, growling out each syllable.

"Hey Jadekit! Regretting now that you chose the wrong side!" The female creature yelled very heatedly at the green-eyed male, only to get no reaction at all from the male.

Jadekit?

"Your whole team is a bunch of mouse-brains!" The female creature taunted on, not noticing that the small female creature from earlier was creeping up on her from behind. "I mean, despite your team's effort and endless courage, we are beating your team eight mice to six mice, brother and we need only two more points to win"

"How's it feel to be moments away from losing, Jadekit? Feel bad for deserting your only family here? To choose to lose with those loser, rather then win with me and Garnetkit."

Garnetkit?

"I mean, between that stiff feather-brain, that dirty ink-hearted eve, and that muscled-brained eve; it's surprising they can handle their own paws…" The female kit continued to taunting and insulting Jadekit and his team on and on, while Jadekit stood there still. Not only not responding back to his sister's endless rant, but also seemed not to be effected by her rant either. In fact, it seemed like to the newborn kit, that Jadekit didn't seem to listening to his sister. Like he was blocking out the noise and by the look on his face, seemed to have experienced this more than once.

Jadekit's interest and focus seemed to be the green squishy thing, under his sister's paw. His eyes seemed to flicker subtlety from the green thing to his sister to approaching female. His green orbs connected with the small females and made small nod before shifting his graze to the ranting female.

A small smile graced the male's lips, when the small female creature stopped a fox-length away from the other two creatures. The small female shift her body into position by moving putting most of her weight on her hind legs and had her forepaws stretch out in front of her. Her eyes were trained on the green, squishy thing; a wide smile on her face; and shake her hindquarters in a readiness.

The smile seemed to startled ranting female enough to loss her voice momentary, as she looked confused by her brother's sudden happiness. It would have startled the watching kit, if he didn't see what was happening behind her.

The nameless kit watched in anticipation as he waited for the scene to play out, uninterrupted by the spunky female's teammates on the field because Jadekit's and the brown female's teammates were keeping them busy.

It only took a second before something happened.

"Oh, Diamondkit" Jadekit said calmly, looking at his sister, however from this distance the watching kit saw that he was looking over his sister's head and at his waiting companion. He could also see a strange glimmer in his light green eyes. Their eyes met for second in silent communication.

Diamondkit?

"What!" Diamondkit shouted tersely and glared at Jadekit through narrowed her eyes. Jadekit smile widened as she said this, and quickly nodded to his small teammate and spoke the next few words.

"Make that eight mice."

"Huh, WHAT!"

Right after Jadekit said those words, the small female creature came zipping forward at amazing speed and was in front of Diamondkit in a matter of moments; followed by a fast movement of paws and the small female whirled around Diamondkit and ran back in the direction she came in.

Her movements were so quick and fast, that the male kit's eyes only saw a blur instead of a creature. It took him a moon to finally notice that the green squishy was now in the small females smiling mouth instead off under Diamondkit's paw.

It seemed that Diamondkit finally notice too because she snapped out of her startled state and glared at her brother

"We're not finished with this!" She retorted at Jadekit before turning around and ran after the creature with the green squishy. As she ran away, Jadekit stood there, still smiling.

The small female ran as fast as her paws would allow her, as Diamondkit pursued. She speed passed the two teams of creatures still fighting each other and head down the field of short, crushed grass.

The kit watched as Diamondkit ran passed the group too, and yelled at her teammates, "I need a little help here, Garnetkit! Ratkit!"

The fast female creature continued forwards, not even once looking to see if her teammate had followed her.

It took her teammates a moment to untangle themselves from their previous contenders and ran until they were flanking Diamondkit.

"Garnetkit, go flank Cinderkit from the right! Ratkit, you flank Cinderkit from the left! I'll follow her from behind! And when you get close enough, tackle her to the ground and get the prey! Got it!" Diamondkit ordered quickly.

Jadekit…Garnetkit…Diamondkit…Ratkit…Cinderkit...I wonder if my name is the same as theirs? Whoever I am.

"Got it!" Garnetkit cried out softly, while Ratkit just smirked darkly and both nodded at each other and took off after Cinderkit with Diamondkit following them from behind.

Wait a second! Kit! Does this mean that they're the offspring of those monsters?

Cinderkit's teammates seemed also picked on this because the quickly organized themselves and pursued Cinderkit's pursuers.

I knew it!The nameless kit exclaimed triumphantly, answering his own question. I was right! There is no way for those creatures could change into those monsters could without being related to them!

Now I have to watch them more closely,he thought as he watched the scene in front of him play out. Wide brown eyes stared on as he saw the young small brown creature, known now as Cinderkit, racing past the center of the field where he and his leafy shelter was located, with that green squishy thing in her mouth now.

The kit sighed, while concerned for Cinderkit and the poor thing clamped tight in between the female's jaws. Why doesn't any of these monster's offspring realize that running with that thing in their mouths is a hazard!

The young kitlooked at the green squishy in sympathy. How could anybody treat at green creature so cruelly and not feel bad! They're just as bad as those other monster's offspring watching the whole thing! I hope the green squishy is doing all right.

The kit watched on as Cinderkit's tail bobbed as she ran freely towards the two leafy shelters unaware the plotting that was going on behind her; or that the other teams players where gaining up on her, ready to pounce.

The three plotting creatures, Diamondkit, Ratkit, and Garnetkit were running like their paws were on fire, but their movements were undetectable. Each one of their pawsteps were like silent whispers.

The three creatures were spread out, but ran together in a v formation with male creature, Ratkit, was coming from the upper right side and the red eyed female, Garnetkit, was coming out from upper left side. Following them from a behind them, in the gap between them, and about tail-length away was their spunky companion, Diamondkit.

Though in turn two guarding male creatures of Cinderkit were following them from behind as well. They were moving just as quickly, and just as silently as the group ahead of them. Their eyes were locked on the backs of their small teammate's pursuers.

The young kit watched on as Cinderkit started speeding up once she saw the two leafy shelters coming upon her. A joyous smile seemed to spread over her face and around the poor green squishy thing. Blissfully unaware of the over the oncoming attack.

It took a spit second before all three creatures speed up at once and was almost on her, they were only a few whisker-lengths away. Their eyes were cruelly on trained on their prey and began to pounce.

The newborn hid his head in the leaves, not wanting to see what would happen next. However, it never happened because, thanks to some holy beings and/or luck, that there was a sudden cry that came from the sidelines, making the kit look up again at the field.

"Watch out Cinderkit! Behind You!" One of the creatures somewhere on the side called out, causing the small female to turn her head and look over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she saw the three opposition creatures gaining on her and that the female on her left was close enough to tackle her to the ground.

The kit watched on, as his heart was gripped in anticipation, as he saw Cinderkit turn her head back in front of her. The kit could just picture her heart beating fast like a hummingbirds wings and her eyes as big as stones, as she tried to outrun from her attack, but the kit knew it wouldn't work. Garnetkit would eventually get her.

Cinderkit seemed to notice this as well and instead of panicking the way he would, she relaxed the tension from her body. This seemed to lighten her body's movement and started to speed up and right at the moment that Garnetkit pounced, Cinderkit disappeared only to reappear on the right. Causing the bewildered Garnetkit to land hard on the ground below were Cinderkit use to be.

The similar reaction show on the kits own face, Wow! How did she do that! Does she have secret powers? Does everybody have these powers? Do I have any of these powers?He thought, amazed and stunned.

The sneaky male creature to growl angrily speed up and when he was a close distance, he pounced, but again Cinderkit disappeared again and reappeared somewhere else on the field again, causing him to crash into the ground.

"Damn it, Cinderkit. We said no special moves!" Ratkit yowled furiously, as he struggled to his paws and took off quickly for Cinderkit. Garnetkit quickly followed him in a matter of heartbeats.

Once again they tried the same strategy over and over, but each time tried Cinderkit disappeared and reappeared again in another area. During this game of pounce and evasion, Cinderkit's teammates were able to catch up with the action.

Garnetkit was taken out first, when the more nimble of the two, the stiff male tackled her to the ground and pinned her to the ground. Garnetkit went down with an oofh, slamming hard into the uncaring earth that was still wet from the storm last night. She struggled vainly to get out of the hold of the males hold, but soon gave in and sprawled out on the wet earth. The male creature holding her down quickly got off of her and ran off after the other two rivals. While Garnetkit, just land there, catching her breath.

The kit knew that from what he had seen of Garnetkit so far, a simple pinning wouldn't stop the red-eyed female, but with the entire running around, pouncing, and crashing had sapped her of her strength and stamina. So, she was out for this round.

Now it was just between Cinderkit, Ratkit, Diamondkit, and Cinderkit's two teammates.

It took only another few heartbeats before Ratkit went down. It happened right after the snaky creature missed tackling Cinderkit for the seventh time? Eighth time? He didn't know he lost track after the fourth time.

The sneaky male was in the process of getting up and moved a few pawsteps before; the fearless male creature slammed him down again to the ground. Although unlike Garnetkit, Ratkit still had had some fight in him.

The kit watched as both of the male creatures tussled. The fearless male trying to pin him down, while Ratkit struggled to get up from under him, each male trying to conquer each other in some way.

The kit noticed during this struggle, that both males had these dark auras about them. The fearless one dark aura was a faint dull glow, while the sneaky one had a dark, sinister aura. As if they came areas that lived in the shadows or grew up in places with deceitful nature.

He also noticed that because of this scuffle, Ratkit was preoccupied with his opponent. Narrowing down the pursuers to only just Diamondkit on the opposing team pursuing Cinderkit and the stiff male on Cinderkit's side was pursing the female creature that was pursing Cinderkit.

The kit watched them racing towards the two leafy shelters and the male creature guarding it. Cinderkit seemed to be desperately trying to get Diamondkit off her tail by using the same technique as before, but it each time she would disappear and reappear, Diamondkit would just catch up with her again no matter where she reappeared. The kit, himself, could see her desperation was due to the fact that she was so close to those shelters that even him, standing on the sidelines, could even taste it.

She kept on sending her teammate desperate looks each time she looked back, but it seemed that her partner was have trouble distracting because it seemed that every time Cinderkit used the ploy, Diamondkit would move to follow her, causing her partner to have trouble attacking with all the movement.

Also it seemed to the kit, even from this distance, that she was at a lost to know what she was supposed to do and had a resigned look on her face. Before something dawned on her like epiphany had finally stuck her, and her face changed from one of despair to a one of gleeful determination; a smirk making itself known on her face amongst the green squishy in her mouth and shot forwards.

The kit eyes widened, as Cinderkit speed up once again, but this time she was a complete blur with white trail following her. Leaving both her partner and Diamondkit in the dust.

"Oh, you think you're so fast! You'll never be fast as me!" Diamondkit hissed and speed up without any restraint, her paws pounding the ground below. Its like she wasn't even effected by the whole disappear reappear thing from before, while the male creature took off after her, desperately to catch up with her.

The next events happened in a half a heartbeat, so fast, so much of a blur that it took the kit a moon to realize what just happened.

Right as the blur, known as Cinderkit, was reaching the goal and victory was in her sight, until Diamondkit, who had finally caught up with her came up, from behind her. Grinning wickedly and teeth barred as she launched herself at Cinderkit. It seemed like it was all over for the small female, until another blurs came quickly out of nowhere and leaped into the air and like a missile crashed into her causing both to fall to the earth in a collapsed heap, pinning Diamondkit underneath them. Like a trees falling on one another.

This gave Cinderkit a free line to the two shelters were this rather vigilant male creature sat guard the entrance. As the blur reached the guarding male, the male creature stood, paws out reached. The blur jumped, the white trail following her, and sailed over the guard and land on the ground beyond the shelters.

There was a long stretch of silence like the world around the kit had frozen in place. Only the sound that was heard was a wind softly blowing through the leafy shelters and the trees in the distance, rustlings the newly growing leaves that hung on them, skimming its way across the grass, echoing off of the rock formation around him, and weaving its way though his and the rest of the creatures' furs.

A loud cheer cried out over the silence, bringing everyone back in the area back to life. The world was then full of loud cheering, squeals, and the running paws.

The kit watched on as all of Cinderkit's teammate came over to congratulate her, well all except Jadekit, who sat in between his team's two leafy shelters with a big smile plastered on this face; watching his teammates celebrate from a distance.

While Diamondkit, Garnetkit, and Ratkit found their way back to their paws, glaring darkly at the current winners.

"Yes! Eight mice to eight mice! We might actually win this time!" The fearless male exclaimed, jumping up and down like a hyper Sponik.

"Yes, StarClan is finally shining on us." The formal male stated with a satisfactory smirk on his face.

"Thanks, Dovekit! Skykit! I couldn't have done it without it you! You're the best eves a kit could ask for!" Cinderkit replied enthusiastically, her eyes glowing in the pride, "I know if we keep this up! Our Clan should win with pride!"

"The only thing your Clan will get is dishonor! You muscle-brain!" Ratkit hissed, as he padded over to prey-winners. Garnetkit and Diamondkit, leaving their gate-guard sitting in between the two leafy shelters, quickly followed after him. "Your just a mouse-hearted cheater!"

"What! We won this round, as clearly as the sun is round! You mouse-brain!" Dovekit fearlessly growled facing Ratkit, "Are your eyes that green!"

"Cinderkit broke the code, so your victory didn't count!" Ratkit yowled, his tail lashed, his fur bustling as he glaring at Dovekit though narrowed eyes.

"And what code was that?" Skykit asked calmly, despite the pressure starting to building all around him.

"She used a special move twice in the fight! Every eve saw that!" Diamondkit shout out in agreement, "and from what the code says, that wasn't allowed!"

"From what I remember, the code stated that 'during the round, no special moves should be used to hurt on either Clans," Dovekit retorted back, "and clearly wasn't using it to hurt, but to help herself. There is any code against that!"

"Like I would believe the word of fox-hearted, code-breaking rogue!" Ratkit snarled, "I am not mouse-brained!"

"You must be! Because I specifically remember a few sand-spraying tactics during the first few round; if my moves should be discounted, than those few rounds should be forfeited too!" Cinderkit snapped.

"Oh! Isn't Cinderkit smart." Garnetkit purred innocently, "She's smart for a muscle-brain, that's for sure!" The red-eyed female said and started laughing, she so teammates all joined in.

The nameless kit watched the cruelly that was going on in front of him from a distance and stared in shock of the words that were being said. The first team, what they called themselves again…A Clan? Was just defending their win, and being so grow up about it. While all the other Clan seemed to take pride in taunting and making hurtful comments.

The kit thought that Diamondkit was mean from the way she treat Jadekit, but it seemed like her teammates were just as or maybe more crueler than her.

He was also shocked by Garnetkit's actions just now. He thought that she was a creature that was fair and unbiased, but from what he just heard. She wasn't. Though he wasn't the only one shocked by this, Cinderkit looked stunned at the red-eyed creature.

"Cinderkit" Skykit murmured as they all watched her stunned expression turn to firm, serious look. Her eyes focused on Garnetkit with intention.

"Garnetkit." A male voice called, as light green-eyed creature head over to the group. As the male creature approached, the kit could see an angry gleam in his eyes in the normally peaceful features.

"Ah! And the traitor finally joins in the battle!" Diamondkit purred, as her brother stopped in the large group.

"Stop it you three. You-" Jadekit started to respond until the was abruptly stopped by Cinderkit with her tail.

"Jadekit. Leave this to me." Cinderkit spoke sternly and her eyes focused on the three creatures in front of her, but gaze mainly stayed on Garnetkit. "This is between me and her."

It seemed like someone turned a stone in Cinderkit, she didn't seem like the same small, passionate creature from before. She was staring a Garnetkit like she was prey and that was something that truly scared the kit.

It truly scared him that these creatures were so unpredictable, so many of these creatures seemed like one thing one heartbeat and different in another. These creatures were so filliped; it made him worry if he could even trust these creatures with his tail, much less his being. But then again the fox-like male from the white world made it incredibly clear that it was possible.

Oh WHY did he even think of leaving his thorny shelter in the first place!

Oh right…those two creatures from the white world… the scared kit thought bitterly, watching the scene in front of him escalate. He could just feel the hostilely radiating from that group from here.

"But Cinderkit-" Jadekit implored quickly, trying to stop the fight that was to come, but the rest of the words seemed to have frozen, when he saw the seriousness in her eyes.

"Jadekit, you need to let me handle this. This eve has insulted me and though me, my Clan. She needs to be taught a lesson." Cinderkit spoke calmly, her eyes piercing his intently before turning back to her opponent.

"So it's a fight you want." Garnetkit mewed quietly with a neutral face and thought the idea of a fight for a heartbeat, before replying, "Sounds good to me."

"But…"

"Jadekit. Let her do it." Skykit mewed softly.

"Skykit!" Jadekit exclaimed, startled by the stiff creature's reply.

"I know my Clan is usually against fighting and all for peace and freedom, but we will fight if pushed to" Skykit spoke smoothly, as he stared calmly at Jadekit. "But, Cinderkit is different. Her heritage is strongly linked with honor and pride, and her fight-spirit; and to let Garnetkit insult her and get away with its unacceptable."

"But Skykit, Cinderkit is a level 5 going against my sister a level 7" Jadekit stated trying to reason with Skykit. "She wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Don't you think I know that?" Skykit chirped, "Cinderkit, herself, even knows it."

"That why-"

"Why does she still want to fight?" Skykit answered Jadekit's half-asked question. "Because, though the odds are against her, her heart and soul is crying out for retribution while her spirit is calling out for combat. Just like her ancestors before her. Plus is in her nature to fight someone, one matter how outmatched she is, to prove that she's stronger than them."

"Yeah! She can handle it, Jadekit!" Dovekit said grinning wildly, "Besides I can't wait to see one of those three be put in their places! Let the paws fly! Is all I have to say."

"Dovekit, you're just saying that because they have put you in your place one too many times" Skykit stated calmly. "Despite you level".

"Why you!" Dovekit hissed and darkly glared at Skykit only to see an amused glint in the creature's eyes. "Shut up!" The fearless male growled, obviously not sharing in his teammates humor, his ears flatting themselves to his head.

Jadekit sighed and seemed to shift his gaze to Cinderkit, standing strongly besides him with eyes a blaze. "Cinderkit, are you sure of this"

Cinderkit nodded, her eyes not leaving Garnetkit's red ones.

"Fine" Jadekit sigh, shaking his head in disapproval, "Just don't get yourself hurt."

"Oh, when this fight ends, it won't be me who's hurt." The small female purred, padding forwards.

"Like you could beat me, you muscle-brain" Garnetkit mewed confidently as she also padded forward.

They met each other in the center and were a tail-length space left between them and immediately both drop into fighting stances. Standing tall, their bodies tense. Cinderkit had her right forepaw and hind leg a pawstep in front of her left ones and leaned back on them a little. She had a fierce, yet calm expression planted on her face, while Garnetkit stood there like stonewall. Her body was ridged and unmoving, her small muscles bunching up under her pelt, and stony expression over the red-eyed female's face.

Great StarClan! They're actually going to fight here! Are they that blood thirsty as their monster elders!The kit exclaimed in terror, fighting the urge to back away and turn tail. I was right! They are just smaller, least freighting versions of the monsters, but they all seem to share the same soul!

Oh StarClan help me if they find me hiding here!With that thought, the nameless kit finally lost his resolve and dropped from his perch on the leafy shelter; backing away from the gray leafy shelter quickly fear, shaking his back and forth in a slow pace.

He stopped only a tail-length until he saw the wall of the leafy shelter in front of him. The kit picture in his mind one of those small monster creatures come charging through that leafy barrier in a bloody-lust rage. Its murderous eyes locked on to his small, fragile frame.

Whimpered at the thought and took one shaking pawstep back, eyes drawn wide as a strong wind roared in the silent tension, sending the kit losing balanced and falling on to his belly. In fear, the kit's body instantly drew in towards itself like a turtle does when its frightened.

He pulled his paws into his chest and belly and ducking his head towards his chest; eyes clenched tight. Trying to make himself small as possible. His tail lay limp over the grassy ground bellow and his ears flatted out over his small head; only to lift slightly in the next heartbeat when he didn't hear the any pawsteps run towards him.

The kit relaxed for a bit in relief before a thought occurred to him. What in the moon's name is the StarClan?

The kit tensed again as the kit heard was a bunch of paws padding forwards but was relived when they seemed to head towards the already large group, to get a closer what was going on. He heard a mixture of excited whispers, fretful mews, and young voices cheering one creature or the other on. In a few heartbeats the voices got louder egging on the two female creatures.

Over this noise, the kit tensed again after he heard a growl come from Garnetkit and the scuffling of paws raking the grass below her. The wind picked up for a heartbeat, it howled as it ruffled through the trees, the leafy shelters, and grass.

It was then that the kit heard a loud battle cry come from Garnetkit, followed by the charging of heavy paws on the ground below and the skidding of lighter paws way from the heavy-set paws. A howl cried again as charged at the light paws only to have the light paws to skirt the attack again. The heavy paws tried again only get the same result.

"Good pawwork there Cinderkit, but to actually beat me you must actually attack me" Garnetkit breathed, there was obvious frustration in her voice.

"You want me to attack you" Cinderkit replied calmly, "So be it."

The feeling in the air changed right then, the tense feeling that had been there a few heartbeats before had spike up; enough that the kit's fur pricked at the sensation.

There was dangerously low growl followed quick light paws launching forwards at a neck-breaking speed; there was a strong pressure building over there along with the feeling of unbridled determination.

The kit cowered behind the leafy shelter couldn't take it anymore. The tension and uncertainly was killing him.

This is just like back in my thorny shelter! No! It felt exactly like he was still hidden in his thorny shelter. It felt like he never left it. The only difference was that he was out in the open and that there weren't any thorns protecting him now. Even now he waited for something to come rushing in and kill him. The more he thought about the more dark thoughts entered his mind and the darker and freighting thoughts began to emerge in his terrified mind, it didn't take long for THAT dark memory to reemerge.

The memory of his first sight came crashing, full force into his thoughts. Bits and pieces of that night flashing before his eyes rapidly.

~The colors yellow, red, and blue~

~The endless silence devoid of nature ~

~Rough, rock ground scraping his paws ~

~The cold air ~

~The glowing figures contrasting the dark, shadowed background ~

~Hellish fire ~

~Sea monsters ~

~Yellow blades coursing with electricity ~

~Imposing, horrid figures multiplying quickly ~

~Monsters surrounding him from all angles ~

~No Escape. ~

~A terrified scream;

~A sobbing wail. ~

~The monsters converging together towards him;

~Cold dark eyes staring down him through narrow muzzles.~

~They're low growls echoed through the silence. ~

~Their big, white sharp teeth gleaming,

~Their huge frames,

~Huge paws,

~Sharp long claws clicking against the solid ground. ~

~Coming right towards him,

~In circling him,

~Trapping him. ~

The kit whimpered miserably, desperately trying to block the images. Why? Why me! He cried internally, as those images not only failed to stop, but also picked up. Flicking before his eyes in a quick precession.

The kit lay there trembling in fear and agony, praying that it would just all stop. Ever since his birth, this whole world was filled with nothing with fear, confusion, terror, uncertainty, false assurance, and distrust. At every turn; he was met with what he already knew. The horrible truth of what he wished was just a bad nightmare and not reality. However, it seemed like this was the reality and the whole world was filled with nothing but those monsters, violence, cruelty, darkness, cold, uncaring, and dread. If this is what the world around him was like, then he definitely didn't want to be part of it.

Why can't everything just end! Please! The kit thought, sobbing quietly from behind the leafy shelter and slowly cutting himself off from the world. He was to far gone to hear what happened the next, but his senses still pick up on every little noise, every little feeling, and every little scent of what was happening beyond the leafy shelter, regardless what going on in his mind in his mind.

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A loud wail sounded suddenly, followed by quick paws.

"Wait!" A young voice cried out, a sweet smell lingered in the area, quickly intervening in the fighting causing the light paws to skid to a stop.

"What!" Cinderkit and Garnetkit shouted furiously. The tension in the air build again, but it was now it focused on the new voice.

The creature with the voice came to halt and stood panting, "Wait" the male voice wheezing.

"You…ou… pant .. You ...can… pant… you ... can't … pant… fight…pant… here!" The sweet scented male panted, out of breath. "Wait a few heartbeats!"

The next few heartbeats were full of panting before the male creature composed himself again.

"You can't fight here." The male creature mewed sternly, "Cinderkit. Garnetkit. What you were about to do was wrong and-"

"Applely" A sweet voice whined, "Applely, please!" The cute voice pleaded.

"Hush, Cue." Applely voice seemed to shift to the side and spoke in a soft and soothing voice to the cute voice, "Just wait a heartbeat."

"But… " Cue whimpered.

"Hush" Applely mewed soothingly.

"Humph!"

"Now…" Applely shifted back and his voice went back to a stern voice, before becoming confused, "What?"

"Applekit. Why did you stop our fight?" Cinderkit questioned insistently, and growled, "I was about to reclaim my honor."

"Yah! And I was about to show that GraniteClan is superior to FistClan" Garnetkit mewed.

"Like rock and ground COULD beat fists," Cinderkit hissed. "I will win."

Tension filled the air again.

"Mouse dung!" Garnetkit retorted heatedly, the sound of something scratching against the ground was heard, "the season that fists wins, it's the day the sun goes out!"

"Well see about that!" Cinderkit yowled; light paws ran cross the ground.

"Cinderkit! Garnetkit! Kits! Stop this at once!" Applekit yelled sternly, the light paws skidded to a stop. "You eves know better!"

"But!" Both Cinderkit and Garnetkit tried to plead, but stopped for some reason.

"Shush!" Applekit hissed, "I heard that enough from my sister…" He grumbled.

"Hey! I heard that!" Cue squeaked.

"I don't want to hear that from you!" Applekit continued on, ignoring his sister's cry.

"…" "…"

"Now! As I was say!" Applekit said commandingly, "You eves know better! You know that fight on this ground is forbidden!" The sweet smelling creature scolded.

"But we aren't…" Garnetkit got out before immediately trailing off.

"We aren't what! Part of a Clan!" Applekit hissed, "Have you forgotten! Skykit! What does the Code say!" The sweet voice demanded.

"Ah…that the KitClan territory is a natural zone. It is forbidden for any Clan to fight on, round, under, or above it." The formal male voice wavered slightly.

"Thank you, Skykit." Applekit spoke sweetly, before his voice became commanding again, "Any Clan! You to do you two have bees for brains!"

"…" There was a slight gasp, before the clicking of teeth was heard.

"Whether we are or aren't a Clan, I don't give a Rattata's tail! We still are not allowed to fight here! On this forbidden ground! Do you two eves fully understand this."

"…"

"I said 'Do you two eves get it!"

"Yes! Applekit!" "Yes! Applekit!"

"Good," Applekit spoke calmly and happily. "Now why don't we all return to the game at paw?"

"Now Cue, what were you say before?" Applekit asked sweetly, padding away and was followed by soft paws and complains.

Silence hung heavy in the air for a few heartbeats before the scuffling of many paws was heard, heading in different directions and soft mummers of the creatures.

"Uuuummm. Soooo where were we?" A soft-spoken voice called out.

"Ermmm…I think our Clan just score right?" Jadekit answered questionably, "So that makes that score eight mice to eight mice."

"Unless anyone has any objections?" Dovekit growled tersely.

There was silence, tension, and dark aura permeating in air from the direction that Applekit was going.

A soft, heated discussion broke out in aggravated debate and cursing between Garnetkit, Diamondkit, that soft-spoken voice, and Ratkit. There was low irritable, disapproving hiss followed by silence and sigh.

"No" Ratkit calmly said, feeling the dark aura intensify from somewhere far. "We don't have any objections. As long as there is no more special moves being used." The dark creature said sharply.

The dark aura disappeared.

Brief silence took hold before there was a quick response.

"We agree," Skykit answered, "As long as you follow it as well." He added sternly, a dark glare was felt.

"WHY YOU!" Ratkit hissed in rage, followed by heavy pawstep.

The dark aura returned.

"Uuum…Ratkit?" The soft-spoken voice asked warily.

"WHAT!" Ratkit screeched, turning his rage to the soft-spoken creature.

"Uuum" the inaudible sound was heard from soft-spoken voice sounded hesitant and the dark aura was there before turned malevolent.

Ratkit squeaked, feeling the brunt of this violent aura.

"No! We won't!" Ratkit said shakily, the dark aura vanished. "Almondkit!" He called out urgently.

"What?" The soft-spoken voice of Almondkit questioned, almost sounding dense.

"Go get the prey, Shade!" Ratkit ordered.

"Huh"

"You let down the Clan, Shade. So it's your turn to get the prey." Ratkit hissed.

"Mm-hum" Almondkit sounded in confirming tone, followed by very light pawsteps just barely ghosting the ground.

It was then that the normalcy returned to felid the again.

Sounds of chattering voices filled the air.

Some boasting.

Some laughing.

There were joyful voices. Whiny voices. Loud voices. Soft voices. Playful voices. Kind voices. And taunting voices as well.

But even through normalcy was restored; the hiding, cowering kit is refused to acknowledge it. He was too rapt up in his own mind to care.

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The kit whimpered as a soft breeze gentle caressed his small body, as if it was trying to comfort it him.

The kit further pressed his body into the ground bellow and shrived. His eyes clenched tight, his tail lying limp on the ground, and ears pinned to the floor.

Why?The kit called softly in his mind, Why can't I have a little bit of comfort?He wailed.

Those creatures out there are violent and cruel, but they at least had someone that loved them when they opened their eyes. They probably had warmth and comfort. They also probably had someone there for them. A mother, there to hold and care for them; a father, there to protect them from harm; and put food in their bellies.The kit mewed, rubbing his empty belly against the ground in discomfort.

They probably never felt lost or confused or scared about the world around them. They probably never lived in fear for their own lives. They probably didn't enter the world and be greeted with terror and uncertainly. They were never felt so alone from the start. They didn't feel like the world was a cold and uncaring place. They are and will never be me!The kit cried, stifling his whimpers with one of his paws. The breeze once again pick up, its invisible paws raking at his back before disappearing again as it came.

I wonder if I left here, there would be a more pleasant place to live and grow in? The kit thought questionably, the thought halting those dark thoughts.

Would that safe and warm? Or would it be the same? He thought, pushing his head up again and open his eyes to world again. He didn't see any monsters in front of him, only the gray leaf barrier that grew rooted to the grassy floor ahead of him.

Is there a place where I can trust? The kit thought hopefully, watching the wind softly play with the leaves and yellow flowers hanging on the plant.

Should I try? I wonder…?The kit's train of thought was cutoff as wind sharply rose, crying out in a loud roar as it pulled at the leaves and flowers on the leafy shelter. Heard under the fierce howl of the wind, sounded a shrill cry of one of the creatures followed by the feeling of something soft landing on his head, hitting his forehead and then hitting the grassy ground in front of him with a soft thump.

The kit startled looked down and saw a green squishy thing lying right in front of him.

He stared blankly at it for a heartbeat, before the thing actually registered in his mind.

So this was the thing that those creatures were playing with. He thought as he continued to stare at it, waiting to see if the green creature was alive.

He laid the studying the creature under great scrutiny to see why those creatures would use it as a toy. Thought the more he saw, the more that stranger the creature became. Actually it was the strangest creature he had seen in his three suns being alive. There were multiple things he saw, but there were a few characteristics that made it not seem like a creature at all.

It didn't have a head, or paws for that matter. It didn't have a tail, eyes, ears, a nose or a mouth; which was weird because didn't you need those to live.

It didn't seem to be breathing, moving, or doing anything for that matter.

What kind of creature was this green round sphere?

Investigating it further, it kit cautiously brought out one of his paws from under him a carefully poked at the green thing with his paw.

The green thing felt was surprising soft and springy, it also yielded to his touch. It felt very familiar to him.

Keeping his paw planted on it he rolled it towards him with his paw and sniffed at it. It actually didn't smell like a creature at all, it had more of plant smell of it. It smelled green and fresh like the plants around him. The only scents of living, breathing creature on it was of the brown creatures playing with earlier. It actually smelled familiar to him as well.

He took a closer look at it than before. It was green and soft. It seemed to consist small leaves and thin wiry stems. Actually it looked a lot like…

My bedding. He thought dumbstruck, before a scorching hot embarrassment flood through his body over his mistake. Why didn't he see this earlier? Was it his sight? Or was it because he too suspicious or terrified of those creature that he thought that badly of all their actions?

They could still of choked themselves on it. The kit grumbled silently, then froze as he heard the voices and paws of the creatures coming closer towards.

He heard one of the female creatures, which sounded like Diamondkit complaining loudly about how Skykit hit the moss ball; they called prey, too high again and how he did it on purpose.

The Dovekit retorted that there was no way that Skykit knew that the wind was going to pick up at that moment. To which Garnetkit argued that Skykit was part of the – FeatherClan? That he should know when the breeze was picking up because his clan element was air!

Wait! What's the "FeatherClan?" Or what where "Clans" for that matter? First they referred to the groups they were in as "Clans" in the game they were playing. Then they started talking like they were from "separate Clans" referring to "KitClan," they said they were in now, and then of "FistClan," "some rock and ground Clan," and now of "FeatherClan." Were these two related in someway? They also seem to be used these "Clans" as way to dividing themselves up and ranking people based on these "Clans." Also based on these "Clan" they could control elements like THE AIR! It was just all so confusing.

"…So by your logic, Skykit would have known exactly when every time the wind did something, just because his clan can control and use the element?" Dovekit questioned.

"Obliviously!" Diamondkit huffed, glad that someone saw this as well. "It happened more then once during the rounds, so he's obliviously cheating!"

"Do you know how mouse-brain that sounds?" Dovekit replied dryly. "Just because his Clan's element is the air, one that only their warriors know how to use and control. Doesn't mean that he can predict each and every breeze that comes…" Dovekit explained surly as he paws padding close to where Diamondkit's voice was coming from and whispered saucily to her where he was right besides her, "Gemstone."

Then the sound of a soft thump was heard followed by an irritable hiss from Diamondkit and laughter broke out from Dovekit

"Get away from me! You filthy, fox-hearted excuse for an eve!" Diamondkit hissed, as Dovekit skirted a pawstep back laughing all the way.

"I mean it sounds just as mouse-brained as you having the power to predict each time the ground moves or when a pebble falls off the Stone stage!" Dovekit purred, his laughter dying down into a quiet chuckle. "Like a kit could do that!"

"Like anyone would believe the word of a silver-tongue!" Garnetkit hissed angrily in agreement with her sister.

"Yessss. Who would trust one such as sinister as him!" Ratkit purred darkly, chuckling to himself.

"Its that like a mouse calling a shrew small" Cinderkit murmured to herself with a sigh, before mewing out loud. "Guys, weren't we in the middle of a game."

"The muscle-brain is right for once," Garnetkit mewed in agreement, ignoring the soft growl she got from the kit she just insulted.

"I'll go get it!" Diamondkit energetically offered so quickly and sounded so enthusiastic, that nameless kit was startled by the sudden personality changed. "I'll go get the prey!" She changed for a cruel and condescending creature to a energetic and positively nice sounded creature in the wave of a mouse's tail; that it made his head spin. But what made his head spin even more was that none of these creature though this was out of the ordinary.

These creatures are the weirdest and bizarrest creatures I have seen in my three sunrise of living. The nameless kit thought to himself, as he listen to Diamondkit's paws scraping before taking off on her paws, running like lighting towards him. She hummed gleefully to herself as she ran.

"Sister!" Garnetkit yelled as she took off after her.

"Diamondkit" Jadekit sighed as he took off after them.

Will I ever get this world? The nameless kit sighed, before he tense up again. Wait a mouse! She's going to get the prey. Which is right in front of me.

OH NO! StarClan help me! Was the last thought that entered the kit's head before she ran right through leafy shelter and right towards him.

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Moves used (in order of appearance):

Agility (Normal): Supportive

Quick Attack (Normal): Supportive

Thanks for all the Story Alerts and Favorites readers and to new readers as well you are what keeps me writing.

Also, now Diptereon has made its appearance in this story, though not phsyical. If you want to see what Diptereon look like go to link posted on my profile.

Diptereon's creator is Saturngrl. I just brought them to life.

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