"Catch this Foxdung!"
A moss ball came hurtling towards Foxkit. He jumped up to bat it but he didn't reach high enough and it flew over his head and landed in the paws a dark grey kit.
"Foxdung is too small to play with us, Hawkkit! He'll never be strong warriors like us!" Teased the grey kit batting the moss ball over Foxkits head and back to Hawkkit.
"He'll be a medicine cat and have to spend all his time grooming the elders for ticks!" Laughed the light brown tabby.
Hawkkit, Wolfkit and their sister Leafkit had been kitted one moon after Foxkit but were already bigger than him and used that to pick on him. Not only were they bigger but their father, Fangface, was the deputy so they acted as though they were the most important cats in the clan.
"Watch out" Leafkit meowed as the moss ball hit Foxkit on the head. "Sorry" She laughed "I didn't mean to hit you, tiny." All three kits laughed. Foxkit growled and stormed off back to the nursery. It was no fun playing with them, they just teased him for being small. I can't help being so short. If I could make myself grow bigger then I would but I can't. I wish they'd realise that and stop teasing me.
Rosedapple and Smoketail were talking just outside the Nursery
"What's wrong, Foxkit" his mother asked as he padded up to her. "Don't you want to play with the other kits?"
"They tease me whenever I try and play with them." Foxkit sighed.
Rosedapple gave him a comforting lick while Smoketail glared at him. Hawkkit, Wolfkit and Leafkit were perfect in Smoketails eyes and she would never believe that they would ever do anything wrong.
"Why don't you go and see if the elders have any stories for you?" Rosedapple meowed sympathetically.
"Okay" He grumbled and headed to the elders den. He'd already heard most of the stories they had to tell and didn't really enjoy listening to them ramble on but he had nothing better to do. He was nearly 6 moons old and would be made an apprentice any day now. No more having to play or share a den with Hawkkit, Wolfkit and Leafkit he thought happily.
He was nearing the elders den when he spotted a gap in the bramble wall that surrounded the camp and crept over to it. It was just big enough for a small kit like him to crawl under if he wanted to. The greenleaf forest scents crept through the gap making him want to see for himself what the forest was like. A small voice in the back of his mind told him it was dangerous and he should wait until he was an apprentice but he ignored it and stuck his head through the gap. He gasped. The forest looked huge. There were hundreds of giant trees reaching far up into the sky. The trees carried on as far as he could see in every direction. Does the forest ever end?
He slowly padded through the gap being careful not to catch his dark ginger pelt or bushy tail on the bramble tendrils. I can explore for a bit without anyone finding out if I stay near the gap, right? Please Starclan, don't let me get caught! He lifted his nose to scent to air. It smelt of pine needles and prey. Maybe I can catch something for the elders!
He sniffed again and caught the scent of a squirrel. He crept forward trying to be as quiet as possible. Carefully he placed one paw in front of the other quickening his pace as he neared the plump grey animal. He was a few fox lengths away when it heard him and ran. Foxkit sprinted after it. He was hard in its tail when it sharply turned and scrambled up a tree leaving Foxkit to stare up at it in dismay.
"Mouse dung" he grumbled before heading deeper into the forest to look for prey and subsequently moving further away from the gap in the camp wall.