Sorry it took me so long to update. Here's Cloudkit:

Cloudkit felt the chilling wind hard on his back.

He inched closer to Brindleface who was telling a story to the other kits.

"And the old tom said, 'Take the stars, and place them in the sky so that all cats who have died can move on to a higher rank'. And the little she-cat said..."

The story bothered Cloudkit.

It wasn't true at all.

"Why did the old tom choose stars?" asked one of the kits, twitching his whiskers.

"Because he knew that if he didn't use stars, then he couldn't call it StarClan." Brindleface explained gently, curling her tail.

"Oh." the kit replied shortly.

"How do you know this is true?" Cloudkit spoke up fiercely.

Brindleface glanced at him, surprised.

"Well... you see Cloudkit, the little she-cat in the story passed this story on to her kin, and they passed it on to their kin, and-"

"But what if that little she-cat was lying?"

A gasp rippled through the kits, and Cloudkit wished he had taken back his question.

Finally, Brindleface spoke.

"Cloudkit, a cat wouldn't lie about something like this." she said coldly.

"But maybe she just wanted the attention." Cloudkit snorted.

The kits stared at Cloudkit with round glowing eyes.

Then one kit began to whimper.

"Brindleface! What if StarClan isn't real?" she sobbed.

"Deary, of course StarClan is real!" Brindleface comforted her kit, giving Cloudkit an icy glare.

Cloudkit fluffed up his fur, anger boiling inside him.

"No, it's not." he muttered under his breath.
Brindleface pricked her ears, and Cloudkit guessed she had heard him.

Good.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Ashkit, one of the kits, asked.

Because my mother gave me away, because I hate it in the wild... Cloudkit thought angrily.

"He's a kittypet. All kittypets are odd." Fernkit, the kit who had been crying, mumbled.

Kittypet... What a mouse-brained nickname to call a civil house cat....

"Odd kittypets don't belong in the forest." Ashkit sneered.

"Yeah! You should just go home to your weird Twolegs." Fernkit added, supporting her brother.

"They're not Twolegs! They're my nice Housefolk!" Cloudkit snarled.

"No, their mouse-brained!"

"They are not!"

"Are too!"

"You're just scared that we'll rip you apart." Ashkit hissed, lashing out a paw.

Cloudkit leaped aside, his eyes round.

Could these kits really kill him?

Would they?

"Kits, stop!" Brindleface demanded, taking hold of Ashkit's scruff.

"Let me at him!" Ashkit struggled to get out of his mother's jaws.

Fernkit snarled at Cloudkit, fluffing up her fur to look ten times bigger.

Cloudkit inched away from Ashkit and Fernkit, his eyes sparking with fear.

"Ashkit, Fernkit, stop." Brindleface growled to her kits.

I doubt she even cares about me, Cloudkit thought bitterly.

How can I go on living like this?

I miss Princess, I miss my Housefolk, I wish I never agreed to be a warrior.

Kinda sad. *Sniff sniff* Who ever reviews gets a free Cloudkit plushie! Next up is Featherkit! (Feathertail)