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The New Clan (Bloodclan Kit)

"Stay here kit!" A silver she-cat told a small black kit who was in front of her.

"But I can fight!" The kit called out bravely as he dodged a swipe from the silver she-cat.

"You haven't even got your name yet kit," the she-cat said in a softer tone.

"Only because we haven't had any enemies for me to kill!" The kit said keeping pace with the she-cat as she walked off quickly following her clan.

"Maybe we'll get one for you the battle now go!" The she-cat said impatiently, she scratched at the kit and it bounded away.

"Mother-" the kit quickly fixed his words, "I mean Torture, how are you going to do that if you want to slaughter the clans," the kit growled bravely from a distance and kept a wary eye on his mother, the she-cat, Torture.

Torture snarled at the kit, "go away kit, go and annoy someone else in Bloodclan." the kit walked off, leaving the she-cat to flick her tail in annoyance. Torture smiled to herself as she watched the black kit with white socks, at least her son didn't know his father, a good thing to. The kit watched from the safety of the a roof beam as all the cats in Bloodclan left to go fight.

He was the only kit, 3 moons the rest of his litter had died in a blood bath, the ways of the Blood clan were harsh. The first thing that happened when a kit was born was they were attacked by their father as it is often thought that the mother may have some kindness towards her kits. This kit who didn't have a name yet waited until the other cats were gone. He then grinned to himself and raced warily into the forest, before he entered the forest he came across a very muddy puddle. 

Looking at his reflection the kit snarled at his appereance, he was black with white socks and a white scar across his face from the blood bath. Apparently one of his litter mates had tried to kill him, he curled his lip up in distaste. He was glad they were gone, he took one last look at his reflection, before rolling over in the mud. Soon his scent was covered and he just looked like a brown blob. He ran to the edge of the forest and jumped up a tree, getting to a strong branch the brave kit decided to follow his clan's scent trail. The kit soon came across the battle field, he could see the bodies strewn everywhere and blood in puddles. The kit shivered as it looked around his gaze soon fell on his mother, he gave a small cry of distress, and jumped of the tree and landed on the ground. He walked around the bodies and tried not to step in blood, but he ended up getting his paws in blood. 

He walked up to her and nuzzled her shoulder with his nose, he heard a rasping breath from her body. "Mother?" He whispered forgetting that he wasn't allowed to call her that anymore, but it didn't seem to matter any more.

"Dear son, you came I thought as much, but you need to know," she took another raspy breath and wheezed. "Your litter mates never tried to kill you, they died quite soon after your father attacked them. But you managed to bite your father and break a cat claw and a dog's tooth on his collar so he turned on you. You managed to attack your father and he walked off but I was never allowed to tell you. You never got your name because he hated you, he was hard on you, and hard on the other cats. But you got the most of his anger, he would attack you and you would try to attack back." She sighed and the kit could almost hear the sound of her heart beating slowly. The kit curled up next to her, he felt his warmth spread into her body and felt the blood start getting in his fur, he ignored it and continued to listen. "I fell in love with your father after I left my clan, that's right," she heard the little kits gasp of disbelief, obviously. "I was in a clan but two kits annoyed me, so I killed them. That's when I ran, I went to a twoleg place and found Scrouge, he had just started Bloodclan but he was so strong. I fell in love with him and it was just after I had changed my name to Torture. Then he came to me, it was after a battle he was covered in blood, and me even more so. He asked me to be his mate, I knew I couldn't trust him, but I was in love so I didn't care. Your father, my little kit, is Scrouge," she said with her last breath, she licked the kits cheek and he curled his tail around her form. He then felt her breathing stop and knew she was gone, with one last look at his mothers fallen form. The kit turned and could see Scrouge's, my father's, he thought with hate, body. He looked at mother again and then fled, he had seen my mother die, he wanted to get away. And as the kit thought he then realized he wanted to die, suddenly he realized there was a cliff in front of me. The kit tried to stop, he skidded across the rough ground, shredding his paw pads to bits. He whimpered as he fell right over the top of the ledge, and fell into the freezing cold water. His paw touched the bottom and he looked up through the murky water, he then pushed off and felt the mud and blood leave his fur. The kit kicked with all his might and tried to escape the current's hold, after a while he could feel myself weakening. Just before his head went under for the last time he had a thought, I won't give up! He shouted in my head, he was pushed under again, but this time he started trying to reach the rocks and pushed towards the side of the river when his paws touched the ground. He then somehow managed to get to the rocks and collapsed his breath panting heavily, and trying to regain some of his strength from his near death experience. He rested for a while, and felt the sun rays touch his body and opened his eyes. I must have fallen asleep, he realized, he shook his head for his stupidity.