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“Did you hear that?” he demanded, glaring down at the white kit. “Kittypet?”
“So?” Cloudkit muttered mutinously. “What’s a kittypet?”
Fireheart gulped as he realized that Cloudkit had not yet learned what his origins meant to the Clan.
“Well, a kittypet is a cat who lives with Twolegs,” he began carefully. “Some Clan cats don’t believe that a
cat who’s born a kittypet will ever make a good warrior. And that includes me, because like you, I was born
in Twolegplace.”
As Fireheart spoke, Cloudkit’s eyes grew wider and wider. “What do you mean?” he meowed. “I was
born here!”
Fireheart stared at him. “No, you weren’t,” he meowed. “Your mother is my sister, Princess. She lives
in a Twoleg nest. She gave you to the Clan when you were very young, so you could be a warrior.”
For a few moments Cloudkit stood rigid, as if he were a kit made of snow and ice. “Why didn’t you tell
me?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry,” Fireheart meowed. “I…I thought you knew. I thought Brindleface would have told you.”
Cloudkit backed away a couple of tail-lengths. The shock in his blue eyes was slowly replaced with cold
understanding. “So that’s why the other cats hate me,” he spat. “They think I’ll never be any good because I
wasn’t born in this dump of a forest. It’s stupid!”
Fireheart struggled to find the right words to reassure him. He couldn’t help remembering how excited
Princess had been when she gave her son to the Clan, and how he had promised her that Cloudkit would have
a wonderful life ahead of him. Now he was forcing Cloudkit to think about his past, and the difficulties he
would have before being accepted by the Clan. What if the kit began to think that Fireheart and Princess had
made the wrong decision?
Fireheart sighed. “It may be stupid, but that’s the way it is. I should know. Listen,” he explained
patiently. “Warriors like Darkstripe think being a kittypet is something bad. It just means we have to work
twice as hard to make them see that kittypet blood is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Cloudkit straightened up. “I don’t care!” he mewed. “I’m going to be the best warrior in the Clan. I’ll
fight any cat who says I’m not.

(( Got lazy with this because the sketch was old and I didn't feel like doing a background but hnngh that last panel. >w< ))

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“Did you hear that?” he demanded, glaring down at the white kit. “Kittypet?”
“So?” Cloudkit muttered mutinously. “What’s a kittypet?”
Fireheart gulped as he realized that Cloudkit had not yet learned what his origins meant to the Clan.
“Well, a kittypet is a cat who lives with Twolegs,” he began carefully. “Some Clan cats don’t believe that a
cat who’s born a kittypet will ever make a good warrior. And that includes me, because like you, I was born
in Twolegplace.”
As Fireheart spoke, Cloudkit’s eyes grew wider and wider. “What do you mean?” he meowed. “I was
born here!”
Fireheart stared at him. “No, you weren’t,” he meowed. “Your mother is my sister, Princess. She lives
in a Twoleg nest. She gave you to the Clan when you were very young, so you could be a warrior.”
For a few moments Cloudkit stood rigid, as if he were a kit made of snow and ice. “Why didn’t you tell
me?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry,” Fireheart meowed. “I…I thought you knew. I thought Brindleface would have told you.”
Cloudkit backed away a couple of tail-lengths. The shock in his blue eyes was slowly replaced with cold
understanding. “So that’s why the other cats hate me,” he spat. “They think I’ll never be any good because I
wasn’t born in this dump of a forest. It’s stupid!”
Fireheart struggled to find the right words to reassure him. He couldn’t help remembering how excited
Princess had been when she gave her son to the Clan, and how he had promised her that Cloudkit would have
a wonderful life ahead of him. Now he was forcing Cloudkit to think about his past, and the difficulties he
would have before being accepted by the Clan. What if the kit began to think that Fireheart and Princess had
made the wrong decision?
Fireheart sighed. “It may be stupid, but that’s the way it is. I should know. Listen,” he explained
patiently. “Warriors like Darkstripe think being a kittypet is something bad. It just means we have to work
twice as hard to make them see that kittypet blood is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Cloudkit straightened up. “I don’t care!” he mewed. “I’m going to be the best warrior in the Clan. I’ll
fight any cat who says I’m not.

(( Got lazy with this because the sketch was old and I didn't feel like doing a background but hnngh that last panel. >w< ))