Disclaimer: Warrior cats do not belong to me.
Prologue:
"Mama!" Blossomkit chirped, "Come play with us!"
"Do you want to play mossball?" Streamkit asked, "Oh, I know, badger!"
Creekflower smiled vaguely. "Maybe later." She looked off to the side. Though Streamkit and Blossomkit couldn't see it, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
She suddenly stood up and bounded out of the nursery. "I'll be back."
Streamkit looked at Blossomkit with question in his eyes, but Blossomkit simply shrugged and leaped on him.
"Hey!" Streamkit protested, feebly swiping at her nose, "I wasn't ready!" he kicked her off with his hind legs.
Blossomkit yelped in surprise as she landed on the ground. She was about pin Streamkit down again when Creekflower bounded back in, a squirrel and a rabbit in her jaws.
"You must be hungry," Creekflower mewed, "Come. Eat some squirrel." she nodded to the other queens, "I brought some for you two, too."
"Okay!" Blossomkit ran up to Creekflower as she laid down a sleek squirrel. Streamkit leaped over beside Blossomkit and dug his muzzle deep into the squirrel. Blossomkit looked up at Creekflower with her mismatched eyes.
"Thank you, Mama!" she squeaked, before plunging in her own muzzle into the squirrel.
"Will you play with us after eating?" Streamkit mumbled through mouthfuls of prey.
"Sure, sweety," Creekflower mewed softly and sweetly.
Sickly.
Neither of the kits noticed her change in attitude.
"I wish Stormkit, Leopardkit, and Owlkit were as sweet as your kits," one of the other queens, Whitesong mewed warmly, "That would make my life so much easier." She glanced softly as her tussling kits outside. "Thank you for the prey, by the way, but I'm not hungry right now." she nodded to Twigblossom, "You can have it."
Twigblossom nodded her thanks and started munching on the rabbit.
"Oh, thank you for the compliment, Whitesong. Blossomkit and Streamkit are really mischievous though," Creekflower mewed, her eyes glinting.
Blossomkit looked up brightly, "We'll be the best warriors of the clan, Mama!" she nudged Streamkit, "Right, Streamkit?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Streamkit muttered.
"Oh come on, Streamkit, be more energetic!"
Streamkit pushed the squirrel to Blossomkit, "Eat the rest, I'm feeling sleepy." He yawned and flopped down on the floor.
"Streamkit!" Blossomkit mewed indignantly, but she had to admit, she was feeling sleepy too. She finished the squirrel and curled up beside Streamkit, who was already snoring.
"Have a good nap, my dears," she heard Creekflower mew, "See you after you wake up."
Then, Blossomkit drifted off to deep sleep.
Blossomkit woke up to find herself lying in the snow, with Creekflower standing over her.
"Mama?" Blossomkit mewed, "What are we doing here? Where's Streamkit?" She tried to push herself to paws, but Creekflower put a paw to her belly.
"Mama?" Blossomkit whimpered, looking into Creekflower's eyes.
Those eyes held an eerie and scary glow.
Creekflower put her muzzle near Blossomkit's ear. "You don't deserve to live, you worthless brat," she hissed, "Streamkit is such a better kit than you. You're too useless."
Blossomkit trembled, flattening her ears. "What did I do wrong, Mama? I'll fix it, don't worry."
Creekflower ignored her. "You should have notice that the squirrel was full of poppy seeds," Creekflower hissed, "You're too easy to trick. You need to strike first, you pathetic fool."
"I'll notice next time, Mama!" Blossomkit mewled, squirming under Creekflower tight grasp. This must be a dream, it has to be, Blossomkit thought frantically. Has to.
But Creekflower only laughed in a weird, creepy way. Blossomkit froze.
That was also the moment Creekflower unsheathed her claws.
Blossomkit screamed in as the pain flowed through her. "Mama, stop, please, it hurts!" she cried, but Creekflower's eyes were cold, and she proceeded to drag her claws down Blossomkit's belly.
"Stop, Mama, please!" Blossomkit screamed, spasming with agony. She had never in her life felt so much pain before. "I'll fix it, I promise!"
Creekflower finally removed her claws and spat in Blossomkit's face, "Die, Blossomkit. I never want to see you again." She flung Blossomkit against a tree.
Pain flowed freely in Blossomkit's body as she hit the tree, and crumpled on the ground, "Mama," she whimpered, tears in her eyes.
Blossomkit watched as Creekflower spat at her one more time, before turning around. Her blood stained the snow deathberry red. Poisonous, just like Creekflower's relationship with her. I'm sorry, Creekflower, she thought miserably, I'm so sorry for disappointing you. Streamkit would never do anything wrong. She curled up at the bottom of the tree, silently sobbing.
Black spots were starting to dance across her vision.
The last thing she heard before everything went black was someone saying, "Creekflower, how could you do this?"
The next thing Blossomkit knew was that she was in the medicine cat den. Her body pulsed with pain, but it was dull.
She pushed herself up and looked around, her memories fuzzy. What was she doing here? She should be sleeping with Streamkit right now.
She looked down at her belly and saw cobwebs plastered over it. What had happened to her? Did a fox come into the nursery and bite her?
A sand-colored tom entered the den. "Ah, you're awake," he mewed, "I'm sorry you had to experience such, um, upsetting events. I'm Rootsong, Riverclan's medicine cat."
Blossomkit blinked, "What happened?" she asked.
Rootsong approached her and sniffed the cobwebs on her belly. "You don't remember, do you? Typical. Let's see, do you remember Creekflower and being in the snow?"
Blossomkit's eyes widened. Her fuzzy memory was starting to clear. "Um, well, uh," she stuttered.
"Do you?" Rootsong pushed on.
Blossomkit lowered her head. "Yes," she mumbled, "But she must be mistaken! Mama would never do such a thing!"
"But she did," Rootsong said. He raised his head. "Whitesong found you on the ground with your blood all over Creekflower's paws. You're lucky she did. A minute later, you would have died there."
Blossomkit lifted her chin indignantly. "Mama must be mistaken. I can prove it!" she said stubbornly, "Can I go back to the nursery now?"
Rootsong sighed. "You can, I guess, but don't be disappointed. Not all cats will be happy to see you." He eyed her belly again. "And be careful of your belly. It's still tender."
Blossomkit grinned. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, then leaped out of her nest and bounded toward the nursery and poked her head inside.
She was met with angry remarks.
"You!" Creekflower hissed, "Why are you here?"
Whitesong's and Twigblossom's heads both swerved toward Creekflower.
"I cannot believe you are so ruthless, Creekflower," Whitesong growled, "You're kit has done nothing to you."
"I wonder why Shimmerstar hasn't kicked you out of the clan," Twigblossom spat.
"Stop it!" Blossomkit cried, glaring at the two queens, "Don't say such rude things to Mama!" She climbed up into Creekflower's nest beside Streamkit. Streamkit greeted her with a happy grin.
"Stay away from her, Blossomkit," Twigblossom warned, "She isn't a good cat."
Blossomkit ignored her. "It was all a mistake. Right, Mama?" she mewed, looking up into Creekflower's eyes.
Which were filled with undeniable disgust.
Creekflower hissed at her, and swung her paw at Blossomkit. The force left her flying through the air. Streamkit watched in horror as Blossomkit hit the wall of the nursery and rushed over to her.
"Are you okay?" Streamkit whispered. The impact had pushed the breath out of her. Blossomkit nodded, and struggled to her feet.
She looked at Creekflower. "Mama?" she mewed.
Meanwhile, the nursery had erupted in furious screeches.
"How dare you?" Whitesong screeched at Creekflower.
"There's no way I'm taking care of that disgrace of a kit." Creekflower hissed back.
Twigblossom got up and approached Blossomkit and Streamkit. "You should get out of here," she hissed, her eyes ablaze, "Go join the other kits in the elder's den."
They nodded and ran out of the nursery. Blossomkit kept her head to the ground the whole way there. I wish that Whitesong never found me, she thought miserably, Maybe if I died there, Mama would be happier.
As soon as they entered the elder's den, they were greeted with worried mews.
"Are you okay?" Stormkit asked, eyes wide.
"We heard screaming from the nursery!" Ivykit added.
Blossomkit collapsed to the ground. "She doesn't want me," she whimpered. Tears ran out of her eyes like a river as she sobbed.
She felt a thick tail on her back. "There, there," Thistlewing rumbled, "I'm sure some other queen will take care of you, right?"
"I bet Whitesong will," Owlkit told her.
"And I'll tell the story about the Great Battle," Swallowsong added.
But all Blossomkit could hear was, you need to strike first, you pathetic kit, echoing over and over in her head.
She would never truly be the same again.
Never again.
A/N: Awww. Poor Blossomkit. She has so many obstacles ahead of her.
Question of every five chapters(QOEFC):Do you like Streamkit better or Blossomkit better? Why?
Don't ask why I chose to ask a question every five chapters(also, allegiances don't count):|
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Ravenyfrost.