The sound of her mewling siblings filled her ears. She wanted them to be more quiet, but she knew nobody would listen.
"Get out of the way, Stormkit!" Her brother, a pale gray tom, shoved her out of the way as he stampeded through the nursery. "And don't even bother trying to play. You're no fun."
"But Splashkit," Stormkit protested, but was cut off as her sister barreled into her, knocking her against the nursery wall.
"Get lost," Springkit growled. "You're not wanted." The words stung Stormkit like a bee, but there was truth in her words. Instead, she said nothing as her siblings pushed her out.
Stormkit sighed. "I know I'm weak. I won't survive." She murmured sadly to herself. She sat down by the entrance to camp.
What do I do now? She asked herself. Although she was now three moons old, she still looked like a newborn kit. Will Heatherstar ever except me as an apprentice?
"Hello, young one," Thunderheart's deep meow made her jump in surprise. She gazed up at the tom's dark gray fur, and she could see muscles rippling through his fur.
"H-hi," Stormkit mewed. "I'm Stormkit." He nodded.
"Ah. So you're the one everyone's been talking about." He twitched his ear. "What's a weak kit like you doing out of the nursery?"
"I'm going to be a warrior!" Stormkit exclaimed, puffing out her small chest. He purred in amusement.
"That is," he muttered under his breath, "if you survive that long..." He narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly. "Now run along, back to the nursery before you catch a cold!" He ordered, taking note of the cold weather.
But I'm not wanted in there!" Stormkit protested. "They told me to leave." He laughed.
"Nonsense! Go on, they'll be glad to have you!" He picked her up by the scruff of her neck and carried her into the nursery. Stormkit sighed, not noticing Thunderheart leaning towards the other kits.
"Listen," he growled. "You're going to pretend to love her, whether you like it or not!" The kits nodded with smug looks on their faces. "What are you smiling about?" He snapped.
"Nothing, father," Mudkit, a brown tom, replied. Thunderheart eyed them suspiciously before turning away.
He flexed his claws as he left the nursery. "Oh she'll survive all right," he growled. "Survive in StarClan..."
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Ok so we already know Thunderheart is evil. Lol so what, I just wanted a cliff hanger for the end of chapter 1.
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Born Broken
FanficStormkit, a ThunderClan kit, was born weaker than the other kits. Born in Leafbare during treacherous times, she struggles to survive. Death and mystery winds into her future, leaving her devastated. But sometimes your strength lies beneath... [WARN...
