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Goldenkit opened her pretty blue eyes and crept out of the nursery. Her mother and siblings were sleeping soundly. She poked her head outside and was instantly wet. She jumped back at the sudden coldness. She shook her head sending the icy droplets all around her.

She didn't know why but this rain sent a feeling of despair. She shook the thought away and stared outside. "Goldenkit" Icewish murmured padding to her kit. "Something wrong" she asked as her daughter looked into blackness.

"No mommy" Goldenkit replied turning to go lay down again.

"Your just like my mother" Icewish meowed. Her mom would always lie to protect one's feelings. But what is she lying about? Icewish wondered as her daughter curled up.

/Read Goldenkit's profile Wish or Rainy. Also if the kits aren't supposed to be up and about yet you can delete this post./

<sup>Warm sunshine was dappling the ground with a gleeful sensation, a cool breeze blowing through tortoiseshell fur that belonged to Cursekit. His blue-amber gaze gleamed happily as he basked in the welcoming sight of his friends.

Then suddenly, sunshine was blinded by dark, threatening clouds and the cool, light breeze was replaced by harsh cold wind. After Cursekit observed this, he shifted his worried eyes back to the cats he felt joy with. But their figures were replaced by dark, battle-ready cats, their eyes gleaming red as they pierced Cursekit with a death-like glare...

Cursekit's head flew up, his eyes opening wide. Panting in fear, his shallow breathing slowly turned normal as he realized he was in the same familiar den he was born in. Shaking slightly from the dream he thought about his nightmare. His worst nightmare. It was also a nightmare he lived in in reality.

Fear always engulfed him, every paw step he took, just because of fearing that he'll always be alone...unnoticed...afraid of the world...and one day the world will turn away from him completely.

Clearing his mind, he heaved himself and looked around. It was early morning, and his sister, Goldenkit, and his mother were both awake. Embarrassed by his actions earlier caused by his dream he dipped his head in shy greetings. Glancing at his mother he meowed in a quiet voice, "C-can I go outside..?"

( -trying to decide if sup or normal is better- )</sup>

Whisperkit pressed her nose into her mother's beautiful white pelt, her eyes closed in a silent plea. She wished everyone would quiet it down, she was trying to slumber. But as always every sound was trying their best to stop her from having any peace. So instead she lifted her head with a grunt and slipped up onto her paws.

Turning to Cursekit she whispered quietly,
"I don't think mother would mind." her voice always had a tendacy to be quiet, with this many would expect her to being soft and gentle. But she had a nasty bite, as well as sharp claws. So it was best to avoid her.

Slipping her gaze to her mother she meowed,
"May we go outside?" she had always been polite, maybe even the politest out of her siblings but she wasn't sure. But she took head of this and continued on with the thought of being polite.

"Not today. A bad storm is brewing" Icewish meowed. "If you want I can go fetch some balls of moss for you to play with" She added not wanting her kits to be stuck in the nursery with nothing to do.

"The rain seems to bring sadness and" Goldenkit started but then shook her head to try and dismiss the thought. It was a storm she would experience many of them as a member of the clan. But she couldn't shake the feeling that tugged at her heart. "Or we can practice battling" she meowed with a half smile spreading her paws apart.

Whisperkit cocked her head to the side, she couldn't believe she missed the now apparent pitter-patter of the rain. With her large oversized ears she was able to hear, everything, everyone. But supposingly she missed this but instead of complaining or getting angry like some kits would have she shrugged it off.

Breaking her gaze off of the falling rain she turned to Goldenkit,
"Sister? It's rude to cut off in mid-sentence I'd like the rest of her presuptions." she whispered loud enough for the she-cat to hear. Blinking her large golden-amber gaze she twisted her head and gave her shoulder a swift lick.

Her sister also spoke of play-fighting this also made her eyes narrowed slightly,
"I'm not quite sure Mother would appriate us fighting in the nursery and would prefer it if we were to sleep the whole day, or do quiet activities." Turning her gaze to her Mother's pure white face she meowed,
"Correct Mother?"