Fawnleap's Confidence

Chapter One

Fawnkit sat next to her brother, Rainkit, the two watching their other littermates playfight. Of course Splashkit was winning as he always did. Their brother seemed to have a knack for winning, and always excelled in anything they did. Lightkit was only half trying it seemed, as if the young she-kit knew it would be a waste of her energy. Aspenkit, though, looked to be trying his best, though he kept tripping over his own paws. 

"Oh my, I wonder who's going to win." Rainkit said in a flat, sarcastic voice. 

Fawnkit suppressed a giggle, giving the tabby a playful nudge. 

Finally, Lightkit and Aspenkit defeated, the mock battle was over. Splashkit planted a paw on each of them, flashing a victorious grin.

A purr came from behind them as Palefoot slipped out of the nursery. 

"Watching your siblings playfight, are we?"

"Yup. Watching Splashkit win every time is just the entertainment I've been waiting for." Rainkit mewed, wrinkling his nose.

Laughing, the cream tabby gave her son a swift lick on the head, "By all the stars, it's as if you've become Rainstar."

Sadness laced her tone, green eyes gazing at her other three kits."

Stiffening, the little gray tabby replied, "That's what I get for being named after my father. By default we're practically the same."

"Splashkit was named after him too," Fawnkit put in politely, referring to Rainstar's warrior name, Rainsplash.

"Yeah, I guess." Rainkit muttering, kicking up some dust. 

Across the camp she spotted Coldpaw and Northpaw having a conversation with Splashkit, Lightkit and Aspenkit hovering in the background. Fawnkit wistfully thought of becoming an apprentice herself, working in the medicine cat den and healing her clanmates. It wouldn't be too long until she and her littermates were apprentice's, as they were five moons old. She remembered when Coldpaw and Northpaw had been kits. Coldpaw always played with them while Northpaw kept to himself. However, she'd always preferred being with her mother or Reedwing, the tom who had helped raise them. 

Snapping back to reality, she watched as a patrol returned. It was led by Wolfheart, the kind deputy who came to visit the nursery often. The other three cats were Badgerclaw, Sparrowstripe, and Sunsetfur. The three broke off while Wolfheart headed over to the leader's den. As he approached Sandstar slipped out, and Fawnkit let out a low growl.

Fawnkit hated Sandstar.