Cloud-white fur rose and fell with the steady pattern of her breath, the kit's tousled pelt hanging thickly over her body. The hushed rustling noise of someone padding outside reached Dawnkit's thin and papery ears, and without opening her eyes, she yawned largely, tiny teeth showing as her jaws gaped. Her ringed and slender tail slid around her form, stopping in front of her pink nose and pressing lightly against her. She wanted to get comfortable, to let the gentleness of sleep whisper to her its song. But it wouldn't be happening, now that the sound had awakened her.

The most delicate sigh escaped Dawnkit, as she vigilantly hoped that if for a moment she did quiet her mind, it would happen. It was rather futile, however, and she shifted her fleece-like paws to for the last time of the day feel the moss beneath her. Pushing up, the black-footed she-kit held on to the darkness for a mere second before letting go and easing her amber eyes open. Now standing, Dawnkit leaned forward and stretched her back in a long arch, tail sweeping behind her once more.

Taking elegant steps, that all cats seem to develop at one time or another, she ducked out of the brambled nursery, giving her tussled coat a lick with her sandpapery tongue. She notice two kits staring down at a miniature insect. Unable to tell what it was from afar, she felt her eyes adjust to the illuminance, so different from the dappled ebony within the den. Bounding over towards them, she slightly dipped her head, the sleepiness lifting from her mind as she paused beside them. "Hello, Autumnkit, Owlkit." Dawnkit greeted them.

Owlkit turned his head around to face her. it was sickening, almost. It was also part of the reason he was named Owlkit, other than after his father. His head was turned abnormally almost all the way around. She winced. "Good sunrise, Dawnkit! You must come see this beetle we've found! We're playing Hunting!" Owlkit said excitedly. Autumnkit was already in a hunting position- well, what you could call a hunting position. Her tail was flat on the ground, sashaying back and forth. Her back was arched slightly, and her front side was higher than it should've been. She leaped, but since her front paws were not gaining enough thrust from the impact of her pounce, she seemed to have misjudged her leap, her white muzzle ending up with a faceful of dirt.

"Why don't we hunt real prey?" Autumnkit groaned, licking her muzzle and spitting out the dirt. Eaglekit chuckled, his bright olive eyes flashing. "Because we're not allowed out of camp, and no mice dare come near the camp unless they want to be shredded."

Dawnkit sat down. She would not want to go outside. Not with all the tales of badgers, foxes and everything else! She liked the subtle feeling of being surrounded by loved ones, feeling solemnly safe. Autumnkit pressed her belly low to the ground. "We could sneak out!" She whispered, lashing her tail back and forth. Eaglekit looked excited aswell, and Dawnkit could tell a plan was forming in their little heads. If they wanted, they probably could do it without getting caught. After all, Daisypetal was sleeping, her fawn-coloured fur rising and falling with the rythm of her breathing. Scarstorm was out with the strange silver cat, and Brackentail was training with Whitepaw and Nettlepaw beside the great oak. If they could manage to get past the sleeping Daisypetal, and the battle training session, there would not be a search party until their mother got back. They could probably hunt until sunset.

Eaglekit and Autumnkit were chattering excitedly, while Dawnkit watched a spider spin it's web. She counted the strands of web... one... two... three... Dawnkit wondered why spiders would much rather fancy waiting for their prey than actually catching it. A clumsy-looking fly flew in, attepting to land on Dawnkit's nose before she shook her head and it landed in the spider's makeshift web. The spider sprang into action while the fly was struggling to be set free. It leaped, and started spinning it's web around it until it was in a cocoon-like object. Then it sucked the fly's blood, and Dawnkit shuddered.

"Hey, guys! You should see this-" she started to speak before realizing that they had already run off. Dawnkit sighed, her gaze travelling to the ground when she knew they'd left.

You see, Dawnkit didn't like killing things. If a normal cat saw a spider, they'd probably kill it. Not many cats like spiders. But Dawnkit could only think of killing things for food, not for sport or for pride or from fear. She perked her ears up at a sound coming from the camp entrance. She stepped nimbly out of the Nursery and looked at the newcomers. There was that silver cat again, on one side of a pure white she-cat who seemed to be limping. Scarstorm was on the other side, helping her walk aswell.

Dawnkit bounded excitedly towards her mother, pushing the thought of her siblings to the back of her mind. "Who's this, mother? Who?" Dawnkit pushed, flickering her tail at the two she-cats.

"This is Rain," she said, motioning to the silver she-cat. "And the other one is Star." Dawnkit watched as Scarstorm helped the white she-cat into the medicine den. As she got a closer look, Star seemed to have a leg issue. It was bent awkwardly in one direction, and it was sickeningly a gross sight. Her bone, she hoped that was what it was, was pushed out of her fur, and a wad of cobwebs was being pressed onto the wound. It appeared to have stopped bleeding, but crusty dry blood was all around it.

Dawnkit winced, and stepped into the medicine den, watching her mother work. She saw Star howl in pain as Scarstorm pressed her paws on the exposed bone. "This is going to hurt a lot." she mewed, and pushed the bone as hard as she could. Dawnkit staggered backwards and flattened her ears when a sickening crack reached them. It was following by Star's wailing. "It shouldn't hurt now. I'm sorry I had to do that." her mother mewed, the wrapped Star's leg in cobwebs.

Dawnkit had the urge to vomit, but she held it in. Rain was sitting outside, looking concerned at her friend. Dawnkit would comfort her. "Hello!" she mewed, trying to sound cheerful despite the groutesque sight she'd the witnessed. Rain looked down at her, and her gaze softened. "Hello, little one. What's your name?"

Dawnkit puffed out her chest. "My name's Dawnkit!" she squeaked. Rain smiled. "Hello, there."

"Where do you come from?" the kit asked curiously. Rain glided her tail over the ground and let it rest on Dawnkit's shoulder. "I come from a far away land, with mountains that stretch to the sky. The birds fly endlessly overhead, and the prey is bountiful. The sun is always shining, and the moon sparkles like dewdrops at night."

Dawnkit looked in awe at Rain. "Wow!" she mewed, barely more than a whisper. Rain smiled again. "I come from where no cat could dream of going, and my sister, Star, and I were born in that very place. I come from what you would call paradise."

Dawnkit envied her. She started to speak again. "Star was summoned to come to you and your new clan; to guide you. We are from a place called Estrella."

"Do you follow Starclan too?" she squeaked. Rain shook her head. "Where we come from, you must wait for our anscestors to come to you. You do not approach them." Dawnkit tilted her head, thinking. Rain twitched her whiskers in amusement.

"There. Just don't walk on it, you should be fine." Scarstorm meowed. Rain and Dawnkit peered inside. Star was sitting up in a nest, her mangled leg stretching awkwardly out behind her. It looked normal, other than the huge amount of cobwebs and poultuces pressed onto the wound. Star looked up. "What were those things?" she said, then winced. She was obviously remembering the monster hitting her.

"Those are called monsters... haven't you ever seen one before?" she asked.

Sorry guys! I just realized I have too much in this chapter. There is no room for a cliffie here, sorry again! Next chapter to come!