A gentle yet impatient voice suddenly caressed Sweetkits ears," when will she open her eyes Tigerstrike? Shouldn't she have opened them by now?" mumbled a she cat. "Quiet Hollyberry, she was only born seven sunrises ago," rumbled a smooth voice who Sweetkit now identified as Tigerstrike.

'Should I open my eyes?' thought a confused Sweetkit. Suddenly a new voice slices through Hollyberry's and Tigerstrike's voices. "How is she Tigerstrike? She looks healthy and strong, but is she getting enough milk?" mewed a strained voice. Tigerstrike purred and carefully mews," don't worry Wildstar, I shall take excellent care of your kit as well as my own, Lionkit. "

'But isn't Tigerstrike my mother?' thought Sweetkit. 'Why wouldn't Wildstar take care of me,' she thought worriedly. She feels the presence of Wildstar fade away. Suddenly she feels a soft bundle of fur roll beside her. Forgetting her thoughts she nuzzles into the kit beside her, slowly drifting into a warm and welcoming sleep.

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Suddenly Sweetkit wakes up to the sound of scuffling paws and mewling,her eyes still closed. "Hey Dewkit, Lionkit, let's throw some mossballs at Sweetkit and see if she'll open her eyes,"whispered a mischievous, squeaky voice. They must have nodded in agreement, because suddenly Sweetkit felt many soft things being pelted at her.

She mewls in shock and suddenly stops at a loud snarl that splits through the air. "And what do you furballs think you are doing to my kit?" shrieks an angry Wildstar. 'I must open my eyes to see this,' trembles Sweetkit slowly she spreads her eyelids open and is momentarily blinded by a bright light.

Once her eyes adjust she sees a large tabby and white she cat that holds the scent of Wildstar, snarling at three cowering kits. The biggest one, a dark tortisehell she cat with striking blue eyes bravely speaks up. "W-we wanted to get Sweetkit to o-open her eyes so she could play with us," she squeaks. Suddenly a worried queen with orange fur and black stripes sprints toward the angry Wildstar. Her scent smells of Tigerstrike. 'That must be what Tigerstrike looks like,' Sweetkit thinks in awe.

Tigerstrike speaks quietly to Wildstar, whispering words that cannot be heard by the kits. Wildstar glances at Sweetkit, her eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, and stalks off. Tigerstrike mews to the kits sternly," you kits should be ashamed of yourselves. You all know better than to mess with Wildstar's kit." The kits look down and say in union," We're sorry Tigerstrike."

A gray and white she cat that carried the scent of Lilystream pads softly up to the kits who Sweetkit now knows are Blossomkit and Dewkit and whispers something to them. The kits, crestfallen, run off to a stump that constains a couple pairs of eyes.

Tigerstrike and the golden kit swivel there head to Sweetkit and pad over to her. "You've open your eyes," squeaked the kit, known as Lionkit, excitedly. "You are a beautiful kit, Sweetkit," murmurs Tigerstrike. Sweetkit glances at her own pelt, Black with darker spots with stripes lacing her face, legs, and tail. I'm never going to be as beautiful as my mother though,"Sweetkit murmurs while sending an uneasy glance at the fierce tabby and white she cat who is speaking to an orange tabby tom.

"That's right you'll be prettier," cheekily gushes Lionkit. Sweetkit giggles at his golden tabby fur that's sticking up in tufts in all directions. "Thank you Lionkit," purrs Sweetkit.
"Well Sweetkit, I might as well show you around camp," says Lionkit.