Finally back to writing...its good to be back writing Warriors again.

Featherkit flattened her ears back as she watched her brothers, Duskkit and Patchkit, rough play. She didn't understand why she couldn't play as well. Duskkit and Patchkit had insisted it was just because they wanted her to rest more in the nursery, but Featherkit thought otherwise.

Is it because I'm a girl, that I can't play with you? Featherkit thought indignantly as she shifted her nose into her tail. Is it because my bones are not built strong like yours, but instead flimsy as a feather?

Flimsy as a feather. Maybe that was why Honeystream and Amberstar had named her Featherkit. Had they already known that she was not going to be strong, not a good fighter, but instead she was going to be a she-cat who watched her brothers fight?

I want to be a warrior, Featherkit snapped to herself. I can be strong, like Duskkit and Patchkit. Just watch as one day, I will be leader, just like my father.

As she continued to lavish about the future, where she would be Featherstar, she suddenly came up with an idea. StarClan will know the answers, she thought to herself. StarClan knows everything! What if I visit Doveflight and Hollypaw's den, and ask them how they visit StarClan! Then, you can prove Duskkit and Patchkit wrong.

Suddenly filled with excitement, Featherkit stretched her legs and stood up, but then immediately fell back down.

Flimsy as a feather, flimsy as a feather, Featherkit bared her teeth as she heard her brothers' taunting voices in her mind. This is not over, Featherkit! she spat at herself. You are going to get to the medicine den, and find out what StarClan knows about your future!

Taking in a deep breath, Featherkit carefully and slowly stood up once more. She held her breath as she stood, almost shocked by how long she could stand.

Now more confident with herself, Featherkit began padding towards the medicine den when she heard a soft, melodic voice.

"Where are you heading, dear?" Featherkit turned around to face her own mother, Honeystream.

"Out," Featherkit squeaked. She felt anger churn up in her as she heard her pathetic voice that squeaked and squealed. Why couldn't her voice be strong with power and confidence?

Honeystream cocked her head to the side. "Well, isn't that dangerous for such a little one like you?"

"I'm not little, and if Duskkit and Patchkit can do it, then I can do it too." Featherkit squealed with anger. Her temper tantrum sounded so cute and little, and not at all angry, Fernbreeze threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh, Featherkit. Very well then. If you believe, than I should believe too." Honeystream smiled at Featherkit before prancing back to her nest.

You should be more like her, Featherkit thought to herself as she walked outside of the nursery. Beautiful, strong, confident, believing...

Duskkit and Patchkit were playing around the fresh-kill pile when they suddenly stopped and stared at Featherkit, who was carefully walking outside of the nursery, her chest fur puffed out and head held high.

She smiled at them as she passed. "F-featherkit," Patchkit was the first to speak up, his eyes wide open. Duskkit's jaw had fell down.

"Patchkit, Duskkit," she addressed her brothers formally. "W-what are you doing?" Duskkit mewed. Featherkit was bursting with pleasure when she heard the fear in his voice.

"Well, I'm walking. That's not breaking the warrior code, is it?"

"N-no, its not." Patchkit stammered. "But you should go back to the nursery before, before..."

"Before what," Featherkit asked. Patchkit gulped and looked at Duskkit. "Before what?" she raised her voice. Suddenly, she felt her knees buckle and suddenly she collapsed.

Laughter erupted around her as many of her Clanmates crowded around her.

"Are you okay?"

"Do you feel any pain?"

"Do I need to take you to see Doveflight?"

Featherkit felt hot with embarrassment as everyone checked to see what was going on. "Featherkit, Featherkit, flimsy as a feather, flimsy as a feather, flimsy as a feather..." Patchkit and Duskkit's chanting was heard above everybody else's voices until a queen shushed them.

Stubbornly, she stood back up and winced when she saw Cloudpaw, Amberstar's apprentice, staring at her curiously. He's going to tell your father now. she thought with defeat.

As she continued to the medicine den, she felt Cloudpaw's gaze still burning into her skin.