Does This Make My Pelt Look Ragged?

A short, RaggedXYellow Fanfic.

Enjoy!

Prologue
Some say my ragged pelt was caused by fighting as a kit.

That, my friends, is incorrect.

You see, I was not a fighter as a kit, merely quite adventurous and rather curious. My mother found me cute.

Huh.

So I proved to her! I escaped. And, of course, being the kit that I was, had to explore every inch of our territory - including the large bramble patch by the RiverClan border. Those thorns ripped half of my pelt out! My mother decided to change my name.

All because of my curiosity.

So, then Crowkit, my name was changed to Raggedkit.

Which I think suited me a whole lot better.

Part One - Ragged
I curled up into the belly of my mother, her soft, rising and falling flank soothing me into sleep.

I'm woken up the next morning by an excited announcement - Fernpool is having kits!

Finally, I'll have some denmates to play with.

***

I was two moons old by the time Fernpool's kits were born - they came a few moons late, and Sagewhisker had been worried. But the pale gray queen had pulled through, and given birth to three (I'll admit it - cute) kits, two toms and a she-cat.

The first tom, a black and white patchy kit, was named, of course, Patchkit. He had blue eyes, and I think he liked me. The second tom, was a pale brown tabby with darker stripes, paws, muzzle, ears, and tail. His name was Darkkit. The third kit, a she-cat, was a dark gray with large yellow eyes, distinct from her blue-eyed brothers. Fernpool named her Yellowkit.

It was a warm day, and Fernpool and my mother, Ashwing, were dozing in the sunshine. Patchkit and Darkkit were snoozing like badgers, but Yellowkit was wide awake and cleaning herself. She was curious and fiesty, and the one I'd have to sneak past if I wanted to make it out of camp.

So I creaped up behind Fernpool and blew in her ear. The queen woke with a start, heaving Patchkit and Darkkit off of her warm flank and pitching them on top of Yellowkit. The whole commotion caused half of the Clan to come running, but by then, I was safely outside of the camp entrance.

I was free!

I scampered around, overturned leaves and wriggled under bushes. I clawed at a few trunks of the biggest trees, and then ripped down a whole tree!

Finally, after wandering for the longest time ever, I stumbled upon a large patch of tangled vine-type things and leaves and what appeared to be thorns. However, it was right next to the RiverClan border, and we were pretty friendly with them, so I assumed it wouldn't be harmful, afterall, we wouldn't want our allies getting cut up by some measly old plants!

"Yow!"

I left patches of fur in the brambles, so much that my pelt was ragged for days!

"What are you doing?"

The curious little voice startled me so much I almost went jumping back into the brambles, but I turned slowly to see Yellowkit staring at me with her trademark yellow eyes.

"I--I was exploring," I said loftily. "And you're not allowed out of camp."

Yellowkit thought for a minute. "Neither are you," she retorted. "And you seem to have paid for it."

I looked back at my pelt - and the half of it that remained in the brambles. "No, I decided to donate some. It must be cold for the brambles in leaf-bare."

Yellowkit snorted. "Yeah, right. Just admit it, I scared you into jumping there."

"You never even saw me in there!"

"Oh?" Yellowkit arched an eyebrow. Her yellow eyes glittered mischeivously, and I wondered just what the little kit had in mind. "How do you know? How do you know I haven't been stalking you since you blew in my mother's ear and caused her to dump my brothers on me?"

"I--" I was at loss for words. Curious, no-good kit.

"Admit it!"

"Well," I retorted, drawing myself up, "if I said that you scaring me into the bramble patch while you were stalking me, and you are encouraging me to say so, then that would give fault to your tracking skills!"

"Ah, but I have none," shot back the kit. "See, you never heard me, you know it."

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, suddenly confused. "What do you mean?"

TBC...