Silverkit squealed as she pounced on her tail. The world was dark around her, but she didn't care. This was her first time outside the nursery since she was kitted, and she was making the most out of it. It didn't really bother her that she had no mother or sibling. All she needed was herself, and her father.

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Swiftfang sat under an oak tree, tail curled around his paws, as he watched his kit play. He felt a pang of regret that his mate, Moonfeather, was not there to see their kit. He stood up and gently batted Silverkit away from the bush of thorns she was about to fall into. Swiftfang sighed to himself. He didn't know how the kit could become an apprentice, once she was old enough. He didn't know if a blind kit could become a warrior. But every night, he prayed to StarClan that his only daughter would become a great warrior.

Padding from the medicine cats den, thin tail twitching in annoyance, Starwalker did nothing to hide his sheer frustration in Starclan. Sure they were the ancestors of all the clans, and sure every one else seemed to worship them, but Starwalker was quickly losing faith in the shimmering cats. He'd been trying to contact them for what felt like moons, trying to communicate with the dead cats who clearly had no interest in him or his clans well-being. Stalking from the camp, he ignored his brothers question of 'are you alright?' and decided to decided to do the only thing he could do to help Sunclan, collect herbs. 

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Silentheart rolled his eyes as Starwalker deliberately ignored him, his brother's fur fluffed up and eyes glittering in fury. He really did not want to be anywhere near those claws when the medicine cat was angry. Starwalker might be weak in body, but he was one of the mentally strongest cats he knew. Getting to his paws, Silentheart decided to follow after Starwalker, not wanting him to get into any sort of trouble with his sharp tongue and temper. 

Moonkit wondered for a moment weather he would ever be able to see and then sighed, no, he wouldn't. He had been born blind and there was nothing StarClan could do to change that. He hissed, cursing himself for thinking StarClan would ever love him. He was just a useless blind kit who hated the sun. He gazed sightlessly around SunClan and batted a piece of moss around. He was 3 moons today, only three more and he would get to go to a gathering.

He listened to the vibrations that other cats were making and when he judged that no one was listening, he raced out into the forest, his black tail trailnig out behind him. He wondered if he would meat another cat, cause it would be fun to fight...

Frostheart was about to gather some patrols. When he was moonkit leave he followed him. He caught up with the kit right away. "Moonkit, you know you not suppose to leave cam yet, correct?" he asked the small blind kit. He liked this kit for his adventurous spirit but frostheart knew that sooner or later tht type of spirit would get him into trouble. "go back to camp." he demanded in a soft voice and nudged him back towards camp.