[casiopea]

Cinderpaw sat at the roots of a tall oak, her tail swishing uncomfortably.
Her scratch stung, and she knew she couldn't go back: she'd be punished. What did I do wrong? She thought. I was just having fun and I didn't notice! She sighed and a soft breeze flew through the leaves. She knew she couldn't go back. She stood and padded silently into the forest. As much as it hurt her, she had to do this.


Flamekit silently padded into the nursery, taking his place along his littermates. Sighing, he lay his head on a soft patch of moss, replaying the terrifying scene of Scarfang over and over again. A tear rolled down his cheek. Pinekit jumped on top of Flamekit, playfully cuffing his ears. His smile turned to a frown as he glanced at Flamekit's face. "What's wrong?" he mewed, sliding off Flamekit's back. Flamekit met Pinekit's gaze, as if he was sending him what happened recently. "Oh" Pinekit sighed. "Scarfang."
Flamekit sniffed, and curled up into a ball. "Hey, you're not useless!" Pinekit meowed. "You have a family that loves you, that really cares about you. Forget that lousy old badger that bosses cats around! We care about you!" Snowkit overheard and popped into the conversation. "Yeah," she mewed. "You're my friend, Flamekit! We all love you!" Flamekit's ears pricked. Snowkit was a beautiful she-kit, and listening to her speak made him feel happy. Flamekit couldn't help but stifle a purr. He really did have a place here, a place in ShadowClan, a place that is important in the community of cats.