The Legends Of WolfClan - Sacrifices

Prologue

"Lionfur!" Obviously this was my father's voice. Birchheart. Disgusting.

"Kits! Food is here!" That is Lionfur. My mother. She is a beautiful orange tabby and white she-cat.

"Birchheart! How was the hunt?" That's my, 'all-great', sister. Petalkit. Ugh. It's almost like her cream pelt makes her flawless compared to my ginger coat and my brother's ginger coat.

"The hunt went perfect! I caught a vole for you kits, a squirrel for me and your mother, and a mouse for the Clan. It is nice to be in Greenleaf again." My father is cream. It looks kinda brown though. Like dirt. Just what he is too. I looked up when the vole was plopped right in my paws.

Gingerkit snickered, knowing that Birchheart definitely did not catch the mouse for the Clan.

"Make sure you share with your siblings, Redkit." Birchheart said with a snarl. I hate him. He never pays attention to me, and when he does, he snarls at me and hates me. There is no reason for him to hate me. He should love me like he loves Petalkit. I hate, absolutely hate her because she takes up all of Birchheart's love and attention. When my stomach growled, I savagely took a bite of the vole, spurting blood in my mouth and all over my face. That feels good! But what if it was someone else's blood? Like Petalkit's.... or Birchheart's? I was pulled out of my trance when Gingerkit, my brother, snatched the vole to take a sloppy bite. Gingerkit is kinda like me too. He never gets attention or love from Birchheart either. Maybe me and him should run away. Maybe we should get revenge. Not now. Later. Petalkit took the vole from Gingerkit as I sat there, waiting for my turn to take another bite. Petalkit took her time, taking clean, crisp bites. She finally passed back to me and I ripped off another piece, flinging it in Gingerkit's paws as I got up and walked away.

"Where are you going, Redkit?" Petalkit commented, not indicating any type of snoughtiness or rudeness.

"To Birchheart to talk. Go away." I snarled, lashing my tail back and forth. Petalkit just stared at me in disbelief for my bitter tone. I stomped to Birchheart, sitting next to his forepaws and waiting patiently. At least I have patience unlike Gingerkit, but I guess we're still in the same position.

Birchheart looked at me, slowly ending his conversation with Lionfur. I growled under my breath as I tried to ignore the unease in his eyes.

"What do you need?" He barked, obviously wanting to be out of the conversation already. I rolled my eyes before I answered.

"Why do you like Petalkit?"

"Why are you asking me this?" He sat down, definitely interested since it had something to do with Petalkit, his oh-so-sweet kit. Urgh! I unsheathed and sheathed my claws in order to keep my temper.

"Who needs weaklings?" I snarled angrily.

Lionfur gasped, standing up and lashing her tail.

"Redkit, no one cat is a weakling. They all have something that makes them strong." My father barked back menacingly.

"The only way to be strong is to have strength in your muscles. There is no other way of being strong." I growled iratly. I rolled my eyes as he went on.

"That's it. You're in big trouble now Redkit." Lionfur hissed at me, stalking towards the leader's den.

"Kit, you will learn someday that strength is not everything. You can have wits and many other things to be strong too, like Petalkit." He put a special emphasis on kit, just for me.

"No, Birchheart. You will learn that strength is all you need later on in life. You are just to much of a coward to admit you are wrong, father. I will be stronger than even all of TigerClan combined. One day you'll see you are wrong. One day." I ended the conversation, hissing bitterly. I hate my father. I wish he was dead already.

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I will be the one writing most of this book series. Willow will sometimes help, but rarely since she is creating her own books.

~ Ice