Struggling in the Grass

Prologue
The thorn was stuck on little kit's paw, but she did not cared. Rage had taken over her. Thorn stuck on her heart was much more hurting.

"Here, little one. Come on, I'll treat you," cream, old she-cat meowed softly.

"How do I believe you?" Little kit asked, feeling suspicious.

Old she-cat smiled. "Bravekit, I won't do any harm to you, little one. Why should I harm you, when I am medicine cat, and you're just a little kit who needs help?"

Tears came to Bravekit's eyes. She was the runt of the nursery, even though Calmrain, one of the oldest queens, had taken care of her, she missed her parents.

They had died when Bravekit and Splashkit were born.

"Fallingflower, why am I the runt of the nursery? Why no one likes me? Why didn't Grassstar made me an apprentice? Splashkit became Splashpaw, but not me! Why?" Bravekit choked out.

(A/N: Ooh! Grassstar has triple Ss in his name!)

"Little one, young ones don't know that you're valuable. That is a thing that only old ones know," Fallingflower smiled, and placed soothing herb on her wound.

"Is it true?" Bravekit stared at Fallingflower with pleading eyes.

Fallingflower laughed. "Of course, Bravekit. Now, get some sleep."

Chapter One
TBC