Warrior Cats; Smokeskull's Revenge [ 1 ]

Chapter 6

The grey kit sat at her mother's side and she bent down to nuzzle the black queen's neck comfortingly. "Mama, where is the new kit?"
"In Echoleaf's den, my little Smokekit." Coalstorm replied but then continued without letting her respond, "Crowfur told me you're worried. What's wrong?"
Smokekit sighed her anger. StarClan forbid every cat of CloudClan didn't share tongues with Crowfur, Smokekit thought bitterly to herself. "I thought it would-"
"It?!" Coalstorm growled at her kin.
"Yes, mother," Smokekit dared to meow, "it."
The queen shook her head and cleared her throat before letting out a startling hiss, "Well, it is your little sister, and you will learn to respect it in every way possible!"
Unexpected of the furious growl her mother bore, Smokekit's eyebrows leaned in and her lips drew back in a snarl of anger. Coalstorm had drawn a new kind of rage into Smokekit's mind, and from the moment it was brought into her mind, she knew she would crave to feel it again.
Then, Smokekit arched her back and drug herself out of the nursery. Her darkly-furred face was painted with irritation. I'll kill it! She yowled to herself darkly in her head.

The she-kit had already pelted across the clearing, making a quick halt at the edge of the sandy floor before darting into the grass and trees.
A voice behind her made her snout turn.
Lionstripe.
The pale warrior was hauling his bulk body across the clearing. His big paws stopped in front of her just before she was about to leave. "Don't run," Lionstripe meowed in a friendlier tone than the last time he talked to her, "I've given up the chase."
Smokekit whirled around. "You left me in the middle of the rogue lands because you chose Hollywish over me! And now my own mother is going to choose this new monstrosity over me, too!" She spat at the friendly-faced warrior.
"Dont give up on me, Smokekit," Lionstripe's gaze now a mouse length away from Smokekit's muzzle. He continued hastily but softly, "because I would never give up on you. I love you as a best friend, I would never choose anyone over you."
Wind hurled over his voice softly, and Smokekit's eyes were drowned with sorrow, replacing all anger left in her mind with unending regret; Regret, of course, of her false accusations against Hollywish and the situation of her stealing attention from Lionstripe.
But as days went on, Smokekit was still left out. The new kit was announced early the next morning as named Willowkit. All the cats were busy and had no time to play or spend time with Smokekit.
Once, Smokekit walked in on Coalstorm nursing Willowkit. That was fine, but her mother had her nose over the new kit comfortingly. She rasped her warm pink tongue over the suckling kit a couple of times before even noticing Smokekit at the entrance to the nursery, standing there filled with bitterness and feeling completely outraged.
Coalstorm never kissed Smokekit when she was as old as the newborn. Coalstorm never comforted her when she squealed, her mother would just hush her with a brush of her long black tail. Her mother would never do anything with Smokekit that she did with Willowkit.
Jealous. Smokekit was extremely jealous. The new kit in CloudClan must be exterminated, or this ignorance against Smokekit might continue...at least, that's what the grey kit thought.
At last, the day came. It was halfway past a full moon since the day Willowkit had been born. The new kit was steady enough to walk and talk on her own; just like Smokekit did when she was younger. But now was not the time to be relating to Willowkit, and Smokekit knew that.
Through the shadows of night, Smokekit sat up in her bed and gazed suspiciously across the nursery. Her ears were flattened, and she was a about to let out a faint snarl before she heard a queen -Whitewind to be exact- roll over in her sleep. Her glowing green eyes stared at the white cat until she stopped moving, except for her slowly rising sides that fell and lifted with each breath.
Then, Smokekit turned her head back at her mother. She carefully set her eyes on Willowkit and let out a quick sigh of anger. I wish you were never born. And now, it will be like it was before, no new kits in the Clan except for me!
The grey kit pounced quietly across the nursery and stopped at her mother's black paws. She placed her paws carefully above Willowkit, positioning herself to prepare for a quickie; a death blow to the neck.
But only one thing stood in front of Smokekit, refusing to let her kill the newborn. She hesitated. How could I have been so foolish? Smokekit growled at herself, letting her eyebrows droop back in a worried expression. I can't kill my own sister. That would be so... She tried to find the specific word to pronounce it properly. Unsisterly.
As soon as she realized this, she took a small step back. Luckily she did, because a heartbeat later Coalstorm's head bobbed up. "Go to sleep, Smokekit." She meowed through heavy eyes. Her head crashed back into the moss after that being said.
Smokekit shook her head and padded back to her nest.