Ashkit watched the two new kits squirming around. Their eyes would open soon, she reflected. Ashkit was two moons old. She had been adopted by Heatface and Sharpstar, though her real parents were Greenbranch, a warrior who had drowned two days after she was born, and Stormstripe, a  queen who had died of blood loss during her birth.
I wonder what my parents were like...
Ashkit was snapped out of her thoughts by a squeak coming from the older kit of Heatface's litter. Her name was Bigkit. She was a large brown kit who was much louder than her brother, Braidkit. 
"Oooh!"Bigkit squeaked as her green eyes flew open.
Aww...
"Heatface!"she purred,"My eyes! My eyes!"
Ashkit's foster mother purred,"Wow! Your eyes are so beautiful! They're green, like mine,"
"Let me see!"Ashkit begged.
"Okay,"Bigkit turned around and instantly she seemed shocked,"Why are you yellow? Sharpstar and Heatface are brown,"
"Bigkit!"Heatface growled,"Do not comment on the colour of Ashkit's fur,"
"Sorry, Heatface. I was just wondering,"Bigkit apologised.
"Well it's not like she dosen't deserve it,"Braidkit sneered. His eyes weren't open yet,"She's not our sister,"
Ashkit felt hurt rippling through her like a wave through the sea.
"Braidkit what? Don't be mea..."
"No, it's okay,"Ashkit cut off Bigkit's sympathetic response,"I...I understand that I don't belong with you,"
She backed out of the den, more angry then anything. How dare that kit, who hadn't even opened his eyes, insult her like that? It was untolerable.
He'll pay...I'll make sure of that.
Sharpstar, her foster father approached the nursery, a fat rabbit dangling from his jaws.
"Hey, Ashkit!"Ashkit tried to ignore the look that he gave her. He gave Bigkit and Braidkit stares of love, protection and pride whilst the ones that she recived were of anger, anxiety and disgust.
"Hi,"she meowed curtly, not bothering to try taming her fury.
"Are you okay?"Sharpstar asked.
She shot him a glare of 'What do you think?' and he backed away, casting a weary glance over his shouler.
Some leader he is! I'd make a much better one.
A thought struck her like lightning.
What if...I am leader? I could become ShadowClan's next ruler and I could do...whatever I want!
Ambition whirled through her as she oathed to herself.
I'll be ShadowClan's next leader no matter what!
                          ☆☆☆

Not long after Ashkit's vow, Braidkit opened his eyes.
They were greyish-blue, just like Sharpstar's. Heatface had taken a nap after his eyes had opened.
"I can finally see you, Ashkit,"Braidkit meowed her name with such sneer that she bristled.
"It's not good to see you,"she snarled at the cocky kit.
"No need to be rude,"Braidkit sniffed.
"Braidki..."
"Shush, Bigkit,"Braidkit hissed,"Oh and Ashkit. Remember that nobody likes you! Thanks,"
Argh! Ashkit thought back to all of the frightened scrowls that her Clanmates shot her. The anger, the fear, the hatred in their eyes. She ran into the clearing and belowed,"Why does everybody hate me?"