A/N: A new story! Read and review after your done!

From the moment I was first born, I knew that there was my own personal StarClan member watching over me.

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"Push, Cinderflower, push," Ivyheart mewed, giving the she-cat a slight nudge in her stomach. The kits were tough coming out, and a small gray she-cat had already caused enough trouble in the young she-cat.

I felt my mother squirm and spasm, making it hard to suckle. With a loud yowl that I couldn't hear, but feel through the floor, another body was pressed near mine.

I felt for my mother, aware of the four presences other than my mother and my new sibling. One of them felt diffenretn though, as if that presence was made only for me. Another spasm rocked the sweet smelling body of my mother, and she finally went still.

I pressed eagerly against her, suckling, and getting nourishment from her rich milk. My closed eyes felt heavy, and I felt a nose prod my small body weakly. A purr rumbled deep, and I vibrated with it.

Through my dark and soundless world, I felt that my life would not have begun unless I saw that presence, even though I had been clearly born. My sibling truned over in sleep, kicking me in the head.

I mewled helplessly, and a tail wrapped itself around me, comforting me enough so that I could fall into sleep.

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"Yarrowkit!" Cinderflower called, nudging my sleeping body. A moon ago, my eyes had opened, revealing themselves to be a deep blue. She named me Yarrowkit and my brother Gorgekit, and it had been fun tumbling about the nursery.

I opened my eyes, letting the weak sun shining through the nursery awake me. Yawning loudly, I prodded Gorgekit, and he mewled. In the corner, Milkfeather stirred, waking her own two kits.

Raggedkit stretched, and immediately bounded over, nosing me eagerly. I got up, and tackled him playfully, growling. Waspkit hissed his indifference, and fell back asleep.

"If you two are to play," Cinderflower mewed, "Then take it outside." Raggedkit gasped happily, grateful that the queen felt safe enough to let her kit out in the open. With her tail, Cinderflower pulled Gorgekit closer to her body. Gorgekit's black fur was much different than his mother's, but Yarrowkit's matched Cinderflower's evenly.

"Come on," Raggedkit whispered, ushering me outside. Although I saw it briefly yesterday, the bright and large world still stunned me. The presence I had felt when I was born moved towards the fresh-kill pile, and pulled out a small lizard.

It was late leaf-bare, and the small lizard was quite big compared to the rest. Raggedkit brought it to me, and I prepared to take a large bite when he stopped me.

"Wait, Yarrowkit," he mewed in a whisper. "Featherstripe needs this more than you do, and she'll give us a story in return."

The idea sounding too good to pass up, I followed him to the elder's den, where the ancient Featherstripe greeted us. "Welcome little kits. I see your lizard, and you have eyes that sparkle like the many stars above. You are here for more than giving me fresh-kill, you want a story." Raggedkit nodded eagerly, sitting down in the spacious den. I sat next to him, my eyes glued to the oldest ShadowClan cat. "How about the story of Treetail, ThunderClan and the badger?" she asked.

I gasped. Badgers were dangerous creatures that could kill without a second thought. "Yes, Featherstripe. We would like to hear it," Raggedkit mewed politely, giving me a quick glance of sympathy.

The gray she-cat began her tale. "Long, long ago, before my parents were kits, a strong ShadowClan warrior saw that ThunderClan, our arch enemies, were stealing prey. Determined to find out why, he crept into their territory, where he found the biggest badger he had ever seen. And then, when he least expected it…."

Featherstripe's story continued on, but I didn't focus on it. The one thing my mind was centered around was the warm fur of Raggedkit next to me, and his steady breathing. I was finally alive.

A/N: How do you think the beginning went? Please review.