Darkstorm's Code✔️

Chapter One

Darkkit nosed the mouse hungrily, opening her jaws to bite down on it. Orangekit snarled at her, flashing the younger kit a glare with her odd, bright orange eyes. Couldn't she just have amber eyes? Her orange ones made her seem intimidating. Darkkit backed away. "It's mine," Orangekit spat.

"No, it's for all of us," Darkkit replied shakily. "ShadowClan is short on prey and you know it. All of us have to share it."

"Yeah," Shadekit mewled. "We need to eat too." Orangekit batted the little tom's ear with an unsheathed paw, hissing.

"I'm going to be the leader of ShadowClan, so I need the fresh-kill. Right, Badgerleap?" Orangekit's mother nodded, not really listening. She was growing older each moonhigh, and her hearing was sharp, but she had a lot on her mind. "And, I have ShadowClan kin. Who knows where you're from." Orangekit sighed importantly.

"No fair!" Darkkit snapped. "Just beca-"

"Leave it, Darkkit," Shadekit grumbled, narrowing his dark blue eyes in annoyance. His fur bristled"It's not like Orangekit cares. We can't control who our kin is. But at least we have Thinfur. So if Orangekit is mean about it-"

"Well, who knows who your mother is?!" Thinfur, Darkkit thought angrily. He knows. "You have no right to even be in ShadowClan!"

"Shut up, Orangekit," Darkkit interrupted, her yellow eyes slits. "Our father is a warrior of ShadowClan. So there."

"Whatever." Orangekit began to dig in, scarfing down the skinny mouse. Darkkit and Shadekit followed, eating smaller portions at a time. Orangekit pushed Darkkit and Shadekit away with her body, until there was only a bit left. Then she sat, letting the smaller kits finish. A long black cat padded over to them, a cheerful look in his yellow eyes.

"Hey, Shadekit, Darkkit," He nodded to them and continued. "Soon you'll be 'paws. Just two moons!"

"Two whole moons?" Shadekit complained. "My fur will be grey by then!"

"It already is," Darkkit snorted, eyeing his dark grey pelt cheekily. Her littermate rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but the tom spoke quickly, not letting him argue.

"But imagine, Shadekit. After that, we'll be warriors! Are you going to be our mentor, Thinfur?" Darkkit prided herself on looking so much like her father; they had the same yellow eyes and black pelt. Shadekit dark blue eyes and fur the color of dark stones.

"Usually kin wouldn't be mentoring kin," Thinfur said slowly, cocking his head. "But ShadowClan is short on warriors and apprentices, so maybe." One day I'll be leader of ShadowClan, Darkkit vowed to himself. And Orangekit will follow my command.

"That would be great!" she mewled, licking her father's ear in compassion. "I hope so!"

"Hmm..." Shadekit paused. "I guess... If you want to be a warrior." What?! He doesn't want to be a warrior? The black she-kit brushed it off, flicking her long tail.

"Let's play a game!" Darkkit squeaked. Shadekit perked up and immediately began to nip Thinfur's long, skinny tail.

"Ouch!" the warrior yelped, waving his tail. "You naughty kits! I'm a big, bad ThunderClan cat and I'm going to eat you!" He chased them around the camp. Darkkit squealed as he caught up with them, gently batting them with sheathed paws, unlike Orangekit.

"Tell us a story!" Shadekit yelped, giving up. Yes, Darkkit thought, looking eagerly up at her kin. Please? Just as she was about to ask, Shadekit made a suggestion. "I know! Tell us one about when you defeated that WindClan warrior!" Thinfur scowled suddenly, his tail fur bristling in annoyance.

"I only killed that warrior to protect Fernstar," he retorted, looking as if he was making himself not yowl at them. "She was sick with greencough when they attacked."

"Those cowards!" Orangekit yowled, joining the other kits. Hmmph, Darkkit thought bitterly. Orangekit is mean all the time, but she still gets to have fun with us. She scrambled back a bit, seeing her kin's friendly features twisted with anger.

"Ask the elders to tell you a story," Thinfur spat, trodding away. But there aren't any elders, Darkkit thought miserably. Marshheart died a moon ago, and Swamppelt three moons. Thinfur knows that! She sighed. Why is he being so mean? It's all Orangekit's fault; she was the one who suggested it, the WindClan fight! But Thinfur never talks about it... She snarled.

"Come on, Orangekit! You just ruined i-"

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come to the Pinebranch!" The kits, although not old enough to catch their own prey, scampered to the Pinebranch, a branch hanging over the leader's den. Fernstar looked down at ShadowClan with the fern-green eyes she was named after.

"I wonder what it is!" Shadekit mewled excitedly. Darkkit covered her littermate's stubby muzzle with her tail.

"Don't talk," she whispered. Is she...

"Will Orangekit come up to Pinebranch?" Orangekit froze and stiffly leaped up to the branch, quickly grooming her ruffled fur. It's her apprentice ceremony! Darkkit thought enviously. Whoa! She scowled. But she's so mean! Being an apprentice will only make her meaner and bossier, won't it? "From this day forward, Orangekit will be known as Orangepaw. Thinfur, you will be her mentor." No fair! I wanted him to be my mentor! "I know that you will teach her your kindness and loyalty, along with your quick thinking." Darkkit noticed that Thinfur flinched at 'loyalty'. Weird, she thought, pushing it to the back of her head and cheering with her clan.

"Orangepaw! Orangepaw!" ShadowClan shouted happily. Darkkit joined in, chanting her name. Sometimes Orangek- Orangepaw is bossy, but she's actually a good friend. And she doesn't really keep the prey to herself that much. She deserves this. 

"Congratulations!" she yowled as loudly as she could, catching Orangepaw's excited gaze. I do feel happy for her, she decided slowly, but when will it be my turn?

So that's the first chapter! I hope you liked it! Please comment if there's anything you would like to say, or any constructive criticism! 

-Shadowstorm