Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter
Chapter 1: A monster in the nursery
Redkit burst out of the nursery, bowling over a moss-ball. He excitedly tore at the soft moss, relishing the feeling of ripping his fangs into the soft peat.
"Hey! That was mine!" A voice huffed.
Redkit dropped the ball, turning to see an angry Honeykit. She was a cream coloured kit with amber eyes.
"Oh, um... Sorry," Redkit apologized, unable to stop himself from staring into her eyes.
"Oh, yeah..." She mumbled, suddenly turning away, "you know what? Keep it."
Without another word, she briskly padded away.
Redkit half-heartedly batted at the moss-ball, not noticing the brown and cream movement in the corner of his vision.
"What are you doing with our moss-ball?" Hawkkit growled.
His voice was easily recognizable. Redkit involuntarily flinched.
He prayed and prayed to StarClan that he had come alone.
"Hey, long-nose."
Nope.
"I hear you've stolen something of ours," Lightningkit growled, his hazel eyes flashing.
"I haven't stolen anything!" Redkit argued, feeling his ears get hot.
"Oh! Backtalk from a one moon old," the cream-furred kit teased.
"I'm as big as you!" Redkit retorted.
"Oh, yeah? let's see how you do in a real fight."
Before Redkit could reply, Lightningkit tackled him down. The five moon old raked his claws down the sides of Redkit, causing him to squeal in agony. Gathering his strength, Redkit pushed the older kit off him. Hearing the commotion, Flamewhisker poked her head outside.
"Lightningkit!" She exclaimed, bending down to lick her kit, "what happened?"
"Mama, he hit me!" Lightningkit whined, screwing up his eyes in a false wail.
"He did?" The ginger queen asked, her voice growing dangerously soft.
"Yeah! He stole our moss-ball, then he kicked me!" The creamy tom cried, giving a small smug glimpse at Redkit that went unnoticed by the queen.
Hawkkit furiously nodded his head in agreement.
Flamewhisker stomped over to Redkit, Her tail lashing in fury. Redkit's ears automatically flattened; his voice caught, and he was unable to defend himself.
"You stay away from my kits!" She shrieked.
In one swift movement, she swiped Redkit across the face with her claws, sending him flying. Redkit's eyes remained closed as his small body crashed onto the ground, scratch lines etched across his face. Still wincing, he stood back up. Blinking the blood out of his eyes, Redkit looked to a nearby warrior for support.
"Serves you right." Cloudfoot snarled, padding back in to the warrior's den.
Ducking his head in shame, Redkit padded into the medicine den. Hoping Leafpelt could provide some comfort.
"What?" Leafpelt asked bitterly, not looking to see who it was. Her highly developed sense of smell told her Redkit was there.
"Um, I think I need some herbs," Redkit yipped, his confidence lessening at the sound of her voice.
"You're fine." She meowed.
"But you didn't even look." Redkit protested.
Leafpelt took a small glance at Redkit and turned back to her herbs.
"You're fine; it's just a scratch," The light-brown she-cat stated. "Now leave me to sort my herbs."
"But, I-"
"I'm not going to tell you again," she growled, sharpening her tone.
Redkit rather quickly left the medicine den, noticing Flamewhisker's kits running towards the elder's den.
"Hey! Where are you going?" He called out.
They didn't respond, they must've been going too fast to hear him.
Redkit began to follow them, seeing the three gather around Dewfur. He must have been getting ready to tell a story! Dewfur was the best storyteller ever! Redkit bounded over to them, sitting down just behind Honeykit. He always sat in back, because he normally would be bigger than the other kits. Honeykit, Hawkkit, and Lightningkit were all about the same size as him, but he figured he had to stay in back in case new kits arrived so that he wouldn't get used to the front row.
"Who wants to hear about the battle with Dark Forest?" Dewfur purred.
"I do! That's my favourite story!" Redkit exclaimed. He loved stories with a battle in them, and the good guys always won! ThunderClan was the best clan!
Dewfur stopped purring. He glared at Redkit for a good minute before baring his teeth.
"Get away from the kits, you little monster," he batted at Redkit with an outstretched paw, "Go on! Shoo!"
Redkit stepped back, feeling guilty for his outburst. He knew it wasn't nice to interrupt, but it really was his favourite story.
He perked up, seeing Ambertail come outside.
"Was that really necessary, Dewfur?"
"Yes it was, you don't know what could've happened." He defended himself.
"You don't either. What harm could he possibly do?" Ambertail inquired.
"lots of harm. He's a-"
"I know what he is." Ambertail interrupted.
Deciding that it wasn't worth it to argue, she sat down a fox-length away from him.
"Come over here, Redkit," she called out, beckoning to him with her tail. "You can still hear the story well from here."
"Okay!" Redkit agreed without hesitation.
He bounded over to sit close to the golden elder, trying very hard to keep his mouth shut.
"Alright, now this is the story of the battle of the foxes. It takes place in the old forest..." Dewfur began.
"Is that really appropriate?" Ambertail asked.
"I'll tell whatever story I want to, you crazy old she-cat!" Dewfur yowled.
"Anyways, One day Graystripe..."
Redkit eagerly listened to the story, remembering to keep as quiet as possible. It wasn't as good as the battle with Dark Forest, but it was still a good story. He held back a cheer when the clans drove out the mangy foxes. He hated foxes, everyone did, and they deserved to be hated! They were manipulative, ugly, and murdered cats for no good reason!
"Can you tell it again?" Redkit asked, forgetting to stay silent.
There was no reply, everyone simply left. Dewfur and Ambertail padded back into the elders den, Hawkkit ran off to help Leafpelt, and Lightningkit and Honeykit began to make their way back to the nursery.
After a moment Redkit stood up. As he made his way across the clearing, he noticed his mother and Wolfstar chatting. As he started to pad towards them, Fawndapple seemed to get really angry. He came to halt, watching in astonishment as she swiped him across the muzzle with unsheathed claws. He yowled and spat at her before stomping off.
As the clan leader passed Redkit, he let out a snarl. "Move out of the way, you miserable excuse for a piece of fox-dung."
Redkit submissively backed out of his way and slowly padded over to Fawndapple, who's pelt bristled as she glared at Wolfstar.
"Fawndapple, why did he get so mad?" Redkit asked in a quiet voice.
"He's just having a bad day, dear," Fawndapple meowed without taking her eyes off of Wolfstar.
The pair slowly entered the nursery. Feeling drowsiness overwhelm him, Redkit lied down in the soft bedding. He let out a yawn, already feeling his thoughts begin to slip away. The world turned into a grey blur, and went black.
Thank you for reading!
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