"What do you mean, I can't share prey?" The tiny kit's mew was so much softer than the voice of the young warrior she was facing. The tom snarled, and batted the small brown and white kit away. "Go AWAY, Flowerkit!" He shouted. "You know you can't eat until the rest of us are full! You might not even get to eat tonight, because the hunters did such a weak job! In fact, the only reason you aren't out there, trekking through the snow with your traitor mother, is because it's against the code to exile kits! Now, scram, before I hurt you!" Flowerkit wailed and ran away from the warrior. Many other cats watched her flee, and they snickered coldly. Flowerkit reached the entrance of the nursery, and she looked like she was about to go in, but a jet black queen suddenly popped her head out, and blocked the kit. "You know you're not welcome in the nursery, half-clan!" She hissed. Flowerkit's ears flattened, and she started to protest, but three voices interrupted her. "You can't come innn, you can't come innn!" A black and white tom kit teased. "We've built a training course in the nursery, but since you can't come in, you can't play on it!" Another black and white kit taunted. "Go away, shadowkit!" Screeched one more tom kit. Flower kit's eyes grew wide, but before she ran, one more voice spoke. "Come on guys, treat her nicely! It's not her fault she's half clan! And besides. We are, too!" "Just shut up, Splashkit!" Shrieked his his sister, Puddlekit. "You all shut up!" He retorted. Suddenly, the nursery queen, Sweetpelt, turned towards the kits. "Come and hear a nursery story, kits! Petalkit and Rosekit are already waiting!" She shouted. She grabbed all the kits with one paw, and dragged them into the bramble nursery. Splashkit took one last glance at the dejected, lonely kit, before allowing himself to be put inside. Sweetpelt turned her back on Flowerkit, and lashed out with a back paw. It caught Flowerkit in the chest, and she tumbled backwards, winded. The other warriors watching took advantage of  this, and used it as an excuse to poke and prod her with unsheathed claws. They laughed every time the kit wailed and winced, and made as much fun of her as they could. One cat swished his tail in front of her face, making her cough and sneeze uncontrollably. Another picked her up by the scruff, and although she wriggled and squirmed like mad, he did not let her go.  With a mighty heave, he tossed her down the dirt place tunnel, and laughed coldly as he heard her scrabbling for a grip and skidding down the tunnel , wailing at the top of her lungs, "Snowheart! Snowheart!"

"Snowheart! SNOWHEART! Wake UP!!"