SilverHeart had given birth to another kit. Her name was Foxkit. Her sister, Ashkit on the other hand, didn't like her. She always thought she was a fox, and she always called for help.

One night, Foxkit was sleeping, and Silverheart had her tail curled around her. Ashkit looked at the two with sad eyes, switching to anger. She looked at her younger sister, who was busy suckling. She carried her little sister by the scruff, (Ashkit is almost the size of an apprentice) and took her outside in the rain.

She looked at the silently, whimpering, kit and unsheathed her claws. She raked them slowly across her face, and so Foxkit bled. Foxkit was very quiet, so her mews couldn't be heard by the clan.she carried her sister, and put her in a bush.

"Ashkit! There you are! Where's Foxkit?" Silverheart asked her with worried eyes. "I don't see her her, mama." Lucky the rain washed off her scent, Ashkit thought.

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It was now sunhigh, and Foxkit wasn't still found. "Over there!" Silverheart exclaimed, pointing to a wriggling bush. She looked inside, only to find Foxkit, who was now padding towards her, eyes open.