MapleGorge's Destruction

Chapter 4

I arrived in camp a little over a moon ago and so far, my life was terrible. I barely had any friends, nobody liked me, and I was constantly bullied by the other kits. The taunting and teasing never stopped. The other kits never called me Maplekit. They called me "Rouge" or some other nasty name they came up with.

"Rouge! Hey Rouge! What are you doing? Rouges like you don't deserve to eat from the Fresh-Kill pile! Why don't you go get some food from that petty little mother of yours? Oh wait! I forgot! She's dead!"A snarl erupted from behind me.

I turned from where I had been sitting in front of the Fresh-Kill pile. The infuriating five was back again to taunt me.

Sandkit had been the one who had shouted at me from across the clearing. She and her brother, Harekit, had made it their job to make my life a living nightmare. Their other sibling, Dustkit, was my only friend. She never made fun of me and always wanted to play a game or hear a story from the elders with me, never anyone else.

Duckfeather's kits joined in with the teasing after a few short days after it all had started. They were just as bad as their wretched, pure-blooded mother. So what if my parents had been rouges. I was still a cat. Not a rat or dog that should be treated like a pile of filth just for where I came from and for who my parents were.

"Shut up."I snarled, glaring at them.

"Oh look the grumpy old rouge is getting cranky. Are we making you angry?"Sandkit taunted.

I felt rage seep through my veins as my lips pulled back into a snarl, showing off my sharp set of teeth.

"Look at her!"Harekit laughed out loud. "She's trying to look scary." He moved his ugly face closer to mine. "Guess what rouge? Your little attempt, it ain't gonna work on us."

My long claws slid into the soft ground underneath me. I felt myself reach the breaking point. One more little word out of their puny little mouths and I was gonna make them wish they were never born.

"You'll always be the weak little piece of fox-dung to us, so stop trying to be a warrior and go play kitten in the nursery like a good little rouge while we warriors eat our fill."Harekit whispered on my ear before stepping back to join his denmates.

I broke.