Marshpaw's Quest~* *Warriors FanFicton*

Prologue: Marshkit

I was just a kit of NightClan, the most cunning Clan in the whole forest. I dreamed of becoming my Clan's leader one day but.. my mother, Brightwish, told me I'd never make it there. The reddish/brown tabby kit playing with Jaykit is my brother, Redkit. My mother seemed to always like him better than me. I personally thought he was an annoying cat.

"Marshkit, stop daydreaming!" my mother, Brightwish, hissed. I looked at her, staying silent. It wasn't really fair how she treated me. It was like she didn't care about me..

"How's the little kit today?" Redkit questioned, crashing one of his forepaws onto my head. I let out a little yelp as I fell to the ground, my brother's paw still on my head. Brightwish let out a sigh.

"You're pretty weak, Marshkit. Why can't you be like the other kits?" she questioned me. It's not my fault I don't know how to fight, I wanted to tell my mother. Of course, she'd just let out a snort and comment about how I was like a newborn kit.

I wanted Brightwish to love me but all she ever did was act as if she didn't care about me. She made it look like Redkit was her only kit.

"Get your paw off of me," I told Redkit. Redkit just stared at me, his eyes full of disgust as he did.

"No," Redkit replied. "You look just like our father."

"And is that a good thing?" I questioned. Redkit's paw went harder on my head and I could feel him unsheathing his claws. I could feel pain going through me as his claws began to go into my flesh.

"Redkit, stop that!" Dustykit hissed and launched herself at the reddish/brown tabby. Redkit and Dustykit began to toss and turn while I lifted myself off of the sandy ground, shaking the dust off of my dark brown tabby coat.

I liked Dustykit. She always helped me whenever Redkit tried to hurt me. I rubbed my paw over my head and stared at my paw. My pink pads had fresh blood on it while the pain still lurked in my head. Great, Redkit gave me a wound, I thought to myself.

"Mousestripe, can't you teach your stupid kit to be nicer to my sweet Redkit?" Brightwish hissed at Mousestripe, Dustykit's mother. Mousestripe stared at the she-cat, looking surprised at her hostility. The surprise didn't last for that long though.

"Dustykit knows how to treat cats kindly unlike some kit," Mousestripe replied, her gaze switching to Redkit. I never knew why Brightwish always thought Redkit was such a 'sweet' cat when really he was like a rogue to me.

"Dustykit was only helping Marshkit by removing Redkit's paw from her head," Jaykit told Brightwish. "Marshkit is hurt."

"She should be seeing Ravenfur," Mousestripe advised Brightwish. "You don't want her wound to get infected, do you?"

"Are you telling me what I should do with my kits?" Brightwish questioned, sounding annoyed. "My kits do what I tell them, not what some other queen who can't look after her kits tells them to do." Brightwish turned to look at me, her eyes full of anger.

"My head hurts," I complain. Brightwish just rolled her eyes, looking as if she didn't care about my wound. She leaned down to me, her muzzle barely a whisker from mine, her eyes looking into mine.

"Go to the medicine den yourself," she growled. "Go now if you're so desperate to get your wound healed. You'll never be good enough to be a leader of NightClan." I nodded slightly, making my way out of the burrow the nursery was hidden in.

I began heading to the medicine den, which was a dark cave in a stone wall on the opposite side of camp from the leader's den. I trotted into it, amazed at how Ravenfur and Swiftpaw could see in the dark. Then again, a NightClan cats' eyes are well adjusted to the dark.