"Well done, Darkkit!"
"You're doing well, dear!"
I woke up because of the sound enacting from outside the bramble nursery in DewClan camp. I woke Jaykit, my sister, up and we both left the den together. Outside, Stormpelt and Silverstorm were praising our brother, Darkkit, happily. "Hey, mom and dad," I meowed as Jaykit and I padded over to the fresh-kill pile. My brother glared at me. "You're weird," he sniffed rudely. "Your paw is broken and you've never battled before. Huh." I frowned slightly as Jaykit carefully took a squirrel for us to share from the pile. "What's wrong with a weirdly twisted paw?" I asked. "Oh, many things!" Darkkit responded. "Firstly, you can't run correctly. Secondly, you do everything much differently from a regular Clan cat. And lastly, you can't learn regular fighting moves. You have to get an alternate lesson! That is, if you even get to become an apprentice."
I heard my parents purr with agreement, making me flatten my ears with embarrassment. "Well... well your attitude is no better then my foot!" I hissed. Darkkit took a step back, then screeched and hurled himself at me. We fought in a cloud of dust, but Darkkit eventually got on top of me and beat me. I snarled viciously as he got off. "Later, Disabled Mouse-brains!" Darkkit hissed in a singsong voice before padding away to join our mom and dad. I sighed and sat next to Jaykit to eat. "Don't listen to that mouse-brain," Jaykit reassured me, looking at me with her one sightless eye. "He'll regret all of this one day." "I hope so," I grumbled, taking a bite out of the squirrel Jaykit picked out.
