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Yeah, now, here's chapter 2:
Morning light filtered into the nursery, and as Frostkit awoke, she noticed that Swiftheart was still asleep, and one of the formerly empty nests was now occupied by a blue-gray she-cat who lay asleep with her long tail curled over her swollen belly. She prodded Snowkit awake, and as her sister blinked groggily, she jabbed a paw in the she-cat's direction. "Who do you think that is?"
Snowkit yawned. "I don't know. She won't be leaving anytime soon, from the way she's sleeping. Couldn't you have asked me this later?" Without waiting for a reply, she lay her head back down on the moss and closed her eyes.
Frostkit sighed. She and her sister were both nearly a moon old, and they had met most of the cats in ThunderClan so far. They had learned that ThunderClan had a leader and a deputy, but they had met neither of them. She let out a long yawn, spreading her jaws as wide as they would go. Jumping to the den floor, she prodded Snowkit again. "Snowkit!"
"What?" Snowkit's head whipped up so fast that she couldn't have been asleep.
"Let's go and meet the leader!"
That did it. Snowkit jumped to her paws, and bounded out of the nursery, then stopped to call Frostkit. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Grinning to herself, Frostkit bounded after her littermate, her crystal blue eyes gleaming with anticipation. Snowkit slowed a little to allow Frostkit to catch up to her. "I think Ashstar is in that den!"
"Which one?" Frostkit whipped her head sideways in the direction that Snowkit's tail was pointing. "Oh." It seemed to be a smaller den than all the rest, which, Frostkit supposed, made sense, since it held only one cat inside.
Frostkit purred, her eyes glittering as they stopped outside the den. "You go first." Snowkit frowned, so she added, "I dare you."
"Fine, fine." Snowkit poked her head into the leader's den, and took a pawstep inside, flicking her tail triumphantly. Heartbeats later, she reappeared, victorious. "I did it. Now it's your turn." Frostkit bunched her muscles and padded into the den, one pawstep at a time. She drew in a breath. A large gray she-cat lay in a nest, her blue eyes closed, her tail wrapped over her body. Her chest rose and fell steadily, but then, she jumped to her paws.
Frostkit screeched in shock, jumping back, into a startled Snowkit, as the she-cat burst into amused purrs, her blue eyes lit with amusement. "Hello, there."
Snowkit shot a confused glance at Frostkit. That's Ashstar! "Er... hi," Frostkit mewed awkwardly.
"I'm not going to ask what you're doing here," Ashstar mewed calmly, flicking her tail dismissively. "But I suppose you were just exploring. Now, are you Frostkit or Snowkit?" She nodded directly at Frostkit, and Snowkit let out a snort of annoyance, lashing her tail.
"Frostkit," Frostkit mewed softly, waving her tail.
"I'm Snowkit," Snowkit asserted, stepping beside Frostkit.
"You are Swiftheart's kits, right?" Ashstar asked, and both she-cats nodded. "Does she know you're here?" Snowkit shot Frostkit a glance which clearly said, This was your idea! Frostkit swallowed, then shook her head slowly.
"She's asleep," Frostkit mewed.
Ashstar nodded. "Have you seen that Blueflame has joined the nursery, as well?"
Blueflame! "Oh, is that her name?" Snowkit asked sweetly. "We saw a blue-gray she-cat in a nest, but we didn't know who it was."
"Have you met the apprentices yet-" Ashstar began, but a yowl interrupted her.
"Frostkit! Snowkit!" Frostkit flattened her ears. It was Swiftheart, obviously, and peering outside the leader's den, there stood a young black-and-white she-cat, who's blue eyes gleamed with annoyance. Swiftheart hurried over to them. "Are you bothering Ashstar?"
"No, they aren't." Ashstar answered for them, and Frostkit detected a gleam of amusement in her eyes.
"Anyway, they should come back, now," Swiftheart mewed, rather uncomfortably. "They haven't had anything to eat yet."
Ashstar purred, nodding. "Mind your mother," she mewed to Frostkit. "Go on. We'll meet again before you become an apprentice, I know we will." She flicked her tail, and Frostkit padded out of the leader's den, followed closely by Snowkit. Swiftheart swept her tail around them, then led the two littermates into the nursery. Frostkit sprang onto the nest of soft moss, landing almost on top of Snowkit.
"Come on, little ones," Swiftheart purred, drawing them into her belly. Frostkit loved her mother's milk, and the way it felt all warm in her belly and throat after she drank it. Snowkit nodded urgently to her from time to time, jerking her tail in the direction of the clearing, unnoticed by Swiftheart.
Frostkit nodded, drawing away from Swiftheart's belly. "I'm not as hungry anymore. I'll be fine." She let out a long cough as her belly rumbled, challenging her words. Swiftheart nodded, flicking her tail in the direction of the clearing, as if to say, Go on.
Frostkit faced Snowkit in the clearing, out of earshot of any of the warriors. "What is it?"
"You know what this is about," Snowkit hissed. "Aren't we identical?"
"Of course we are! No one can tell us apart!" Frostkit argued.
An unreadable look spread across Snowkit's face, then vanished, to be replaced by anger. "Then why does everyone look at you, first?"
"I don't know, okay?" Frostkit mewed, then rested her tail on Snowkit's shoulder. Maybe, there was this extra spark within Frostkit, something that made her more noticed. It wasn't her looks, as she looked the same as Snowkit, but it was something attractive, drawing others to her, perhaps. "It's probably just an accident. Don't worry about it, okay?"
"But-"
Frostkit cut her off. "It's just accidental. Who could tell us apart? We're identical!"
"We're identical," Snowkit echoed.
"Yes, we are," Frostkit mewed seriously. "If you really doubt it that much, let me go into the nursery, and I'll ask Swiftheart which kit she thinks I am." Without waiting for Snowkit's assent, she padded calmly into the nursery, while Snowkit tossed her head back, staring at her.
Swiftheart lifted her head as soon as Frostkit entered. "Hello... er... Snow... Frost... which kit are you?"
Frostkit burst into laughter, twitching her whiskers, as Snowkit padded into the den, beside her. Recovering quickly, Frostkit shot Snowkit a look that said, I told you, and shrugged. "I'm Snowkit."
Snowkit shot her a questioning look.
"I'm joking, I'm Frostkit," Frostkit mewed, sighing softly, as her mother purred. Before Swiftheart could ask them what they wanted in the nursery, Frostkit and Snowkit bounded out into the clearing once more. Snowkit faced her with an unreadable, yet thoughtful expression, which somehow betrayed sadness and regret, and, was she dreaming? malice.
Not a chance.
Her sister wasn't an evil cat. It was just an unreadable expression on her face, as though she was planning something.
"I told you," Frostkit retorted, as soon as they were alone.
Snowkit sighed. "But what makes every cat notice you first?"
Frostkit shrugged. "It's nothing."
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