StarClan isn't real..

Chapter 2

Yellowkit smiled in denial. "Of course I am," She mewed. The tortoiseshell's eyes widened- she had made a mistake. She looked towards Weedtooth, who just shook her head. Terrified, Yellowkit spoke up again. "How could I not be?" Her first memory was being in the same nest as Blacktooth, feeling her fur pressing against her own. So how couldn't she be her kit? She just had unique coloring.

"I'm sorry!" The tortoiseshell suddenly purred. "I meant that you're Blacktooth's youngest kit. I was observing."

Yellowkit nodded, smiling. She knew she was Blacktooth's! Weedtooth blinked kindly at her. "This is Stormcloud," The medicine cat said. "She was my apprentice, but she received her full names a couple moons ago, and we now work equally together."

"If you count you sorting herbs while I have to soak up the greenleaf sunlight instead of staying in the shade, then sure, were equal." Stormcloud joked. For the first time, Yellowkit noticed that she had a twisted jaw, with a tooth sticking out of it. She looked weird, but really cool all the same. Stormcloud must've noticed her staring, as she said, "I got this as an apprentice, when I was Stormpaw. I was on patrol when a badger came out of the bushes and knocked me into a rock. I broke my jaw, and was taken into the medicine den while I recovered. Anyway, I started learning about herbs, and I didn't want to leave the den for the sole purpose."

Weedtooth snickered. "You kept lying about being hurt! Ol' Grassleg thought you were trying to skip training!"

"I suppose I was!" Stormcloud chuckled. Yellowkit's eyes widened with interest at the story, though she couldn't understand the pleasure in studying leaves all day. She glanced at Weedtooth's pile of herbs, and flattened her ears. They all looked the same! "Anyway," Stormcloud added, "My mother finally confronted me about it, and that's how I became a medicine cat apprentice."

Logkit, who had been listening with a bored expression, finally spoke up. "Aaaaanyway, we were showing Yellowkit around the camp." He said. "Were going to go see Reedtail, Dapplestream, and Graydapple."

Weedtooth purred in amusement. "Quick, are we?" He joked. "Make sure to show her the Hunting Stones. She'll need the practice." His gaze switched from teasing to stern. He focused his glare on Logkit, who nodded grudgily.

Yellowkit, puzzled, followed after her littermates as they exited the den. She turned back to the medicine cats and waved her tail in goodbye. The medicine cats smiled back, and Yellowkit turned and squeezed through the gorse screen.

She emerged into the clearing, the sun making her eyes burn. Yellowkit's littermates had already headed towards the den of gorse, which she assumed was the elders' den- the stones next to it must've been the Hunting Stones. Yellowkit wondered what the elders would be like. Would they be nice or grumpy? She shrugged inwardly and bounded off to follow her littermates. She still felt uneasy- of course she was Blacktooth's kit. But then why did she look so different? It was so confusing... perhaps the elders might know a thing or two.

Yellowkit sighed and bounded across the clearing, following her littermates. They had already reached the gorse den and where waiting impatiently outside. Yellowkit managed to reach them after a while, her chest heaving as she fought for breath. Why wasn't she as agile as her littermates? They were all long-legged, skinny, and muscular. Glancing at her own body, Yellowkit noticed she was plump and rather short.

"Come on," Logkit snapped.

Shaking off her thoughts, Yellowkit headed into the gorse den after her littermates.

The den was shadowy, but light wass still streaming through the leaves. Three cats lay in moss nests, lifting their heads drowsily as the kits came in. A light brown tom, a dark brown tom, and a pretty brown she-cat lay in the nests. Yellowkit's eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, and then she could see the elders clearly. They looked old and ruffled, but much kinder and gentle than Yellowkit's littermates. All her worries temporarily vanished; these cats seemed nice enough to help her out, and maybe even answer her question.