Foamkit stretched her paws in front of her, sensing that her brother had already waken up and was running outside the nursery. She was curled up next to her mother, who was eating a shrew, and slowly sat up to view the den. Her wide, blue eyes gazed around, and her gaze locked on Otterkit's back. Foamkit climbed over her mother's tail and slowly stalked over to the other kit, eventually pouncing on her with a victorious yowl.
"Ow, Foamkit, get off me!" Otterkit squealed, her chin digging into the dirt as Foamkit stood on her back. "No fair!"
"Wait, i just wanna savor this moment." Foamkit sat down on Otterkit now, her tail brushing the sand below them.
"FOAMKIT!" Otterkit yowled, struggling to sit up until Foamkit finally jumped off.
Otterkit quickly shook the sand from her fur. "Awww, Dustfur's gonna have to groom me againnnn!" She hissed.
Foamkit smiled. "You like to be groomed, piperbrain!"
Otterkit replied with a huff. "But if I'm stuck here getting groomed, I'll miss our apprentice ceremony and then there won't be a point!"
Foamkit widened her eyes, completely forgetting that they were becoming apprentices today.
"Oh, I totally forgot about that!" She squeaked, bouncing up and down. "This is great! I hope they make me a hunter! Did you see how well I stalked you? You didn't even know until it was too late! I'm a natural! And with my wings I'll be able to catch sandpipers flying higher than the SandyRock!"
"You don't even know how to fly, Foamkit." Otterkit remarked, licking her pelt and spitting out the sand.
"I'll learn!"
"Who will even teach you? Most cats with wings have gone extinct, and the ones that won the gene lottery have all mostly been killed or banished."
"Oh, look, it's Otterkit! The major downer with a knack for history." Foamkit joked. "That was a long time ago, and if anyone wanted to kill me they would already."
"Cranepaw told me that when you were born, lots of cats wanted to get rid of you." Otterkit meowed, licking her paw and rubbing it on her face.
"Cranepaw's probably lying. I think. Right?" Foamkit scooted over to sit next to Otterkit instead of in front.
"I doubt it. But don't worry, if Redstar kicks you out of BeachClan, I'm coming too."
"All cats old enough to splash in the seawater gather beneath the SandyRock for a clan meeting!" As if almost on cue, the leader yowled to the clan, probably to start the apprentice ceremony.
"Here we go." Otterkit mewed, twirling her tail with Foamkit's as they both trotted towards the sandy clearing.
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Foampaw's tragedy
FanfictionFoampaw never asked for much. Just contribute and be a useful part to BeachClan, like any other cat, despite her... "Mutation", as her parents would call it. But when it seems everything has gone wrong, and she has nothing left to live for, a small...
