Hailkit sprang around with his littermates and his friends, happily play-fighting. They nudged each other, with playful nips and hisses. He jumped up onto Redstar's dumpster, until he heard a deafening screech. He leapt off, wincing as his mother Crimsonstripe cuffed his ear. He mewed apologetically, "I'm sorry!!!" Hailkit pressed his runt-sized frame against the dumpster, bracing himself for some kind of punishment. Before anyone could do anything, he dashed off towards his friend, Darkkit. He nudged her gently and meowed, "Come on!" The pair went off into the Twolegplace, going to search for some scraps. Redstar was sending out his cats. Hailkit's father- Redstar -had a cold eye on him, though Hail didn't know it. Hailkit and Darkkit were scavenging the Twolegplace for something to eat. If you don't contribute, you don't eat, his mother had told him countless times. He climbed into a metal cylinder, and pulled out something that scented meat-like. He dropped it on the rough rubble terrain, and jumped off the edge. He wasn't hungry now, so Hailkit pricked his ears and searched for Darkkit. She managed to find few remains of a chicken. He shrugged, yawning, with showed long white rows of massive teeth, but said, "It's enough, I suppose." The two friends headed back to camp, their heads high. Hailkit and Darkkit were used to each other, because of size, they were both runts, but didn't know it. At camp, his littermates, Fangkit and Flinkit were sharing tongues. Hailkit padded off and rounded up his littermates. As Darkkit added their 'catch' to their pile and settled down to eat, a large shadow cast over all of them. Redstar, Hailkit's father sat there. Hail and Dark scooted towads their mothers, and then gazed up at the regal. He waited until all the gathered cats focused their attention on him, and began, "I have an announcement to make." He paused, and mewed, "BloodClanners, It is time we make a few apprentices. Hailkit, Fangkit, Flintkit and Darkkit, please step foward." As he spoke, Hailkit's gut did a flip. He thought, "BloodClan... BLOODCLAN? He gave in a sharp breath, and looked up at his mother. He gave out a soft hiss of annoyance, asking, "What's BloodClan?" His mother replied calmly, "A blood-thirsty, fierce clan who trains to kill." His stomach began to gurgle. He collapsed down on his side, unconscious. A few cats around him gasped. Stars swirled into his eyes. He was thrown into the dreams of death and hate.
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