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Thrushkit yawned, jaws spreading wide. Flamekit growled softly, tail lashing. Thrushkit moved, as quick as a snake and got up in her sister's face. "What?" She hissed, "You hate yawning?"

Flamekit smiled, backing away. "No. I was celebrating how you can't go outside because you are black-furred." She raced away, outside the nursery to play around.

Thrushkit sighed, looking up to see a dark ginger she cat walk over to her. "Do you believe in the curse?" The small kit said, almost pleading to her mother Emberflame.

Emberflame narrowed her eyes. "You mean the black-fur to be evil curse?" She spat, "Am I not supposed to?"

The small black-furred kit snarled, her fur rising, icy blue eyes blazing. "What did you say?! You believe in that stupid thing?! Act like a mother for once!" Thrushkit was flat out furious.

Her mother swatted Thrushkit in the head, making her stumble. Emberflame dug her claws into the nursery floor. She hissed, the sun from outside the nursery coming in, shining on Emberflame's ginger fur, almost making her look on fire.

Thrushkit suddenly got scared. This will not end well.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. DON'T EVER, EVER SAY THAT AGAIN." Emberflame padded out of the nursery, her ginger fur fuzzed up like a bear.

Thrushkit looked down. I should have never said that...but it is true.

The pale black she cat sniffed the air gently. She smiled, her icy blue eyes glowing in the dark. Thrushkit padded over to the corner of the nursery, walking past Silvertail, a tabby queen. She shied away, also scared of the curse. She was the mother of seven kits, all of them outside except one, as far as Thrushkit's nose could tell.

Thrushkit sat in the corner and sighed. "Why aren't you like your brother and sisters?" She softly mewed in the dark.

Amber eyes flashed, and a dark gray tabby came out of the shadows. "Because I don't like the Warrior Code. It's stupid. Why don't we live on ourselves, Thrushkit? Why?"

Thrushkit glanced away. This conversation again.

"Creekkit, you have to understand that life isn't fair. Your talking to a she cat who is black-furred and is 'cursed'."

Creekkit sighed, and looked into Thrushkit's eyes. "Thanks Thrushkit. At least you try." He rubbed muzzles against Thrushkit, the she cat hardly flinching. Creekkit padded outside, leaving Thrushkit there.

Thrushkit smiled, watching him leave. At least you try to believe.

The black she cat looked around the nursery, and sighed. Great, Im alone-again.

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Thrushkit yawned, jaws spreading wide. Flamekit growled softly, tail lashing. Thrushkit moved, as quick as a snake and got up in her sister's face. "What?" She hissed, "You hate yawning?"

Flamekit smiled, backing away. "No. I was celebrating how you can't go outside because you are black-furred." She raced away, outside the nursery to play around.

Thrushkit sighed, looking up to see a dark ginger she cat walk over to her. "Do you believe in the curse?" The small kit said, almost pleading to her mother Emberflame.

Emberflame narrowed her eyes. "You mean the black-fur to be evil curse?" She spat, "Am I not supposed to?"

The small black-furred kit snarled, her fur rising, icy blue eyes blazing. "What did you say?! You believe in that stupid thing?! Act like a mother for once!" Thrushkit was flat out furious.

Her mother swatted Thrushkit in the head, making her stumble. Emberflame dug her claws into the nursery floor. She hissed, the sun from outside the nursery coming in, shining on Emberflame's ginger fur, almost making her look on fire.

Thrushkit suddenly got scared. This will not end well.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. DON'T EVER, EVER SAY THAT AGAIN." Emberflame padded out of the nursery, her ginger fur fuzzed up like a bear.

Thrushkit looked down. I should have never said that...but it is true.

The pale black she cat sniffed the air gently. She smiled, her icy blue eyes glowing in the dark. Thrushkit padded over to the corner of the nursery, walking past Silvertail, a tabby queen. She shied away, also scared of the curse. She was the mother of seven kits, all of them outside except one, as far as Thrushkit's nose could tell.

Thrushkit sat in the corner and sighed. "Why aren't you like your brother and sisters?" She softly mewed in the dark.

Amber eyes flashed, and a dark gray tabby came out of the shadows. "Because I don't like the Warrior Code. It's stupid. Why don't we live on ourselves, Thrushkit? Why?"

Thrushkit glanced away. This conversation again.

"Creekkit, you have to understand that life isn't fair. Your talking to a she cat who is black-furred and is 'cursed'."

Creekkit sighed, and looked into Thrushkit's eyes. "Thanks Thrushkit. At least you try." He rubbed muzzles against Thrushkit, the she cat hardly flinching. Creekkit padded outside, leaving Thrushkit there.

Thrushkit smiled, watching him leave. At least you try to believe.

The black she cat looked around the nursery, and sighed. Great, Im alone-again.