"Hi, Wildkit!"Saltkit sneered.
Unnerved, she replied,"H...hello?"
Wildkit was in the nursery playing with her littermates and the younger kits while Sweetbriar was asleep. Saltkit had just come inside after 'learning to hunt' with Berrypaw. She was still mad at Amberfeather.
"Are you gonna be a medicine cat?"
"Well..."
"Ha! She's gonna be a medicine cat. Stuck in camp all day, looking after moaning elders and impatient queens. How would you ever be satisfied with that life?"he growled.
"A...a...actually...I want to be one,"
"Awww. A little half-Clan medicine cat! Go run off to SkyClan. You don't belong here,"Larkkit hissed.
Wildkit saw confusion cross her littermates' faces.
"H...half-Clan?"Whitekit stammered.
"SkyClan?"Muddykit asked.
"As in like...we're living mistakes?" Badgerkit questioned.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My little friends here thought you already knew that you shouldn't be alive,"Saltkit sneered.
Poppykit and Whitekit exchanged horrified gazes. "Our father was Stonestar, SkyClan's former leader,"she paused, forcing herself to lie,"And I feel nothing but pride in being related to him,"
"Oh, how'd you know that, herb-picker?"Saltkit grunted.
"Don't answer that, we don't wanna be informed of something we already know," Pinekit laughed, and the four padded away, casting smug glances over their shoulders.
"You know, Wildkit, they're right. We're half-Clan, and mothered by a medicine cat,"Badgerkit shook his head,"Maybe it's better if we just...give up on trying to prove our loyalty,"
Wildkit couldn't believe her ears,"What? We can't do that! We have to keep trying!"
"No, Wildkit. We need to stop trying!"He snapped.
Loneliness and doubt clouded her judgement. We could keep trying...or we could just stop. Strangely exhausted, she settled down in the moss, allowing StarClan to send her to sleep.
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"Good morning, Wildkit,"
An unfamiliar voice jolted her eyes open. Confused, she studied her surroundings. Her and someone else were in a large, green meadow, which stretched vastly. It was dotted by pansies, daisies every kind of flower. The scent of prey hit Wildkit hard.
She took a step back, overwhelmed by the glory of it. She bumped into a pelt. Wildkit made a tiny gasp.
She stared around until her eyes made contact with a small yellow she-cat, approximately half a mouse-tail bigger than Amberfeather.
"He...hello?"
When the she-cat purred, Wildkit realised that it had been her voice that had meowed the greeting.
"Hello, Wildkit. Do not be afraid. I am a fellow warrior of StarClan, and I've watched you since you took your first breath,"
Wow!
"I'm Wil-"she was about to tell the she-cat her name, before she remembered that the StarClan warrior already knew it.
The yellow cat let out a mrrow of laughter,"I'm Ashwing,"
Ashwing...is that name familiar? No, it was probably just Amberfeather mentioning the cats she'd met in StarClan.
"Now, you must go,"Ashwing meowed, "When you're bullied and teased remember that StarClan is on your side, and do not be surprised at the bolt of anger and confidence that jolts through you at that thought,"
With those words, she vanished into ashes, just like her name suggested.