Archkit looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Finchsong smiled sadly. "You'll learn one day, anyway, I had better go for patrols." She padded away, and caught Dovebrook glaring at her.

"Stay away from my kit." She caught her hiss.

 Finchsong glanced up to the sky. The sun was setting, and a bluish back colour was filling the sky. A few stars were dotted here and there.

Such a perfect night.... I don't know why, I feel like the whole of Starclan has turned against me, and every other cat living. Even though I never did anything wrong.

Shadowwing, the clans deputy, who was a dark grey Tom, came out of the warriors den, and stretched, his muscles rippling

"Alright everyone!" Shadowwing shouted into the clearing, where cats were gathering around him.

Finchsong eyes adjusted as the last bits of daylight faded away. The fading dens became clear, and every cat started to emerge from their dens. The elders came to lounge about on the rocks at the side of the clearing, where the warmth of the daylight still held, the queens and their kits came to watch the patrols, well the kits did, the queens talked to each other. The warriors where already out, and the mentors were calling for their apprentices.

"Alright!" Shadowwing voice shouted. "Lightbrook, you can lead your first patrol." Shadowwing smiled at her, very unlike his normal self. "You can take Hollowcove, Hollyflower, Acidflight, and Finchsong." Shadowwing shot her an apologetic look as Lightbrook huffed. "You can have a hunting patrol, we need to restock the freshkill pile."

Oh no. Seriously?!?! With my sister, on my first patrol?

"Alright. You can have some prey before we leave if you want." Lightbrook told her patrol.

Finchsong headed away, towards the freshkill pile, deciding to take some prey to Vipertiger, the one cat who was nice to her.

She looked over the fresh-kill pile. There was a Vole, Squirrel, a small mouse, and a fat bird. She picked up the bird and headed over to the nursery.

"Hey!" A gruff voice sounded behind her, and Finchsong turned around. Firstorm was standing there, glaring at her.

"You're not gonna take that whole thing for yourself are you?" He said, outraged, and stalked up to her.

"I'm going to give it to Vipertiger." She muttered.

"No. You're not. You're gonna eat the thing by your whole self." Finchsong rolled her eyes at Firstorms terrible gramma. He tried to snatch the bird of her, but she wheeled around and continued towards the nursery, smirking as he huffed.

"You Mange-pelt." Firstorm hissed after her.

Finchsong ignored him, though inside, she was fuming.

She entered the nursery, and looked around. Dovebrook was outside with her kits, and Vipertiger was sitting upright in her nest, her belly bulging out.

"Hello dear." Finchsong relaxed, finding peace in her words.

"Hey Vipertiger." She padded over to her, dropped the prey in her nest, and plopped down. "How are you?" She asked.

"Oh, you know, can't wait to have kits!" She chuckled. "How about you?"

Finchsong shook her head. "Not well." Vipertiger narrowed her eyes.

"Let me guess, life has been happening?" Finchsong raised her head and smiled at the Queen.

"You guessed it. It's horrible Viper. It's like the whole world has turned against me, just because of who I look like." She held in a sob.

"I know, it's not fair. I know how you feel. My own mate has turned against me, just because I talk to you." Finchsong gasped.

"What?" She said, astonished. "I didn't know that." Viper nodded.

"I think I'm- no I won't worry you about it." She shook her head.

"No- tell me. If you're gonna do anything radical, then count me in." She smiled.

Vipertiger returned the gesture, though it was a bit sad. "I think I'm going to leave, before my kits are born."

"What?! But you can't! This is your home!" But her words did cast a doubt in her mind.

Maybe she should leave. She wasn't wanted in the clan anyway. Maybe she should become a rouge. Nobody would care. Nobody would even notice.