{} A Divided Path {} Chapter 1

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Yay ------ Chapter 1- Ravenkit ======= ((A few moons later...)) It was dark in the nursery. A small black lump of fur was curled up next to Ravenkit. Frostkit. That was Mother's second kit. Her last kit before she... Ravenkit couldn't think about it. /Mother isn't here anymore. She's in DarkClan./ He whimpered about the thought. /DarkClan. That's where they throw kits out of the Clan if they misbehave. I hope Mother's safe there./ he thought nervously, shifting his paws. Meanwhile, one of the queens, Windyheart, was grooming Frostkit. His brother suddenly stirred with a start and stretched, his gaping jaws parting in a squeaky yawn. "Oh, hi Ravenkit!" he mewed, spotting him. "You're up early!" "Yeah, I guess so." Ravenkit meowed bluntly. "You move around too much. I couldn't go to sleep." "Oh. Sorry, big brother." Frostkit mumbled, shifting his tiny paws. "You know I don't mean to." "Of course I know, mouse-brain!" Ravenkit teased, licking Frostkit's fur so that a little tuft of fur stuck up on the top of his head. "I must've told you that a million times now!" An irritated snort interrupted their happiness, however, and the fluffy grey figure of Rustedwing rose and glared at the kits. "Stop that squealing right now!" she growled. "Some cats are trying to sleep, you know! My kits are tired!" She gestured to the sleeping figures of Umberkit and Rainingkit. "If you wake them up, you will be in serious trouble. Do you understand?" "Yes, Rustedwing." both kits mumbled, dipping their heads. "Sorry." With that, they both slumped onto the moss and closed their eyes. ((Later that day...)) "Good morning, Ravenkit!" A loud voice squealed, jerking Ravenkit awake. "Wake UP!!" "By the stars, Rainingkit!" he hissed. "Shut your mouth! I just woke up!" Rainingkit recoiled and shot a hurt glance at him "Sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad!" Rustedwing, who had been watching the entire thing, hissed. "Ravenkit! It was clearly an accident! Don't be such a cruel cat!" Ravenkit stood his ground and met her steely gaze, unflinching. "So? Rainingkit shouldn't have been so loud!" "Rustedwing's right, big brother." Frostkit mewed. "You shouldn't be so snappy." He turned his glare to Frostkit. "So you're on Rustedwing's side, are you?" he challenged, baring his teeth in a snarl. Ignore him, Frostkit." came a deep, rumbling meow. A large figure entered the nursery, muscles shifting underneath his sleek black pelt. "Father. It's you." Ravenkit meowed. "What are you doing?" "I was going to check on my kits." Thornpelt meowed, giving Ravenkit a quick nod and Frostkit a lick on the forehead. "Seems like you two are fighting again. You must really like to fight," he added teasingly. "Your kit was fussing at poor Rainingkit here!" Rustedwing hissed, gesturing furiously at Ravenkit. Thornpelt frowned. "Is he, now? Naughty Frostkit." "No, not Frostkit, you mouse-brain!" snarled Rustedwing. "It's Snappykit over here!" "I know, Rustedwing." grinned Thornpelt mischievously. "Naughty Snappykit." He teased, giving Ravenkit a gentle shove. "I'm not Snappykit!" puffed Ravenkit indignantly. /Mouse-brain!!/ "Ah, I must be mistaken. Sorry, Thornkit," he replied with mock surprise. "My bad." "My name's not-" he began, then froze. Why did that name feel familiar somehow? Where had he heard that? Was it from one of Heronwing's, the elder of the Clan, stories? "Ravenkit! The hunting patrol is coming back!" Umberkit squealed, bringing Ravenkit back to reality. The little grey kit rushed over to the nursery entrance and looked out. "I'm sure they have some yummy..." Umberkit trailed off when he saw the patrol returning. "Nothing!? Again?!" wailed Rainingkit. "They haven't brought any prey for moons!" "It's only been a few moonrises, Rainingkit." Thornpelt meowed, but Ravenkit could hear the concern in his voice. /Is Father worried?/ Ravenkit thought nervously. /Is all the prey gone? Forever?/ "Sorry, Thornpelt." said one of the patrol members. "There was no prey. We looked everywhere." "Is StarClan angry with us?" whispered Frostkit, his eyes wide with fear. "No, mouse-brain. Why would they be?" Ravenkit said, but he couldn't help but wonder if Frostkit was right. What if BreezeClan had done something wrong? What would they do?