Duskkit felt a presents. She stood there, in her own dream. A cat looming over her. Whispering revenge on her family. 

It hissed at her, spat at her, did what ever it could to hurt her. She ignored it. Blood poured around her "I'll kill your mother! I I'll kill your father! I'll kill you! I'll send someone to kill you! I will make sure they do it!" She still ignored it. Staring blankly ahead. It clawed her, only for it's paw to pass her. What could she do? She was just born a few sun rises ago. It was hissing threats at her. Even though it knew she couldn't understand. It continued. "Die, die, die!" It mocked "Oh! I'm a newborn kit! I can't possibly HARM anybody! Well, let me tell you!" It sneered "You might be newborn, but you will be evil! I'll make sure of it! I need something good happen to me! Someone to kill you all."

Two sun rises had passed. She had opened her eyes. Smallbreeze purred, licking at her small pelt. She looked up at the white queen "Do cats whisper in your dreams about death?." She said. Smallbreeze jumped and couldn't help but suppressing a yowl of surprise. "What, little one!? Say that once more!" She said it once again. She suppressed a mrrow of laughed "No, no one wants to kill me! You don't understand! You're just a kit!" She laughed so hard she coughed. 

Duskkit purred, convinced her mother was correct. And that she was wrong. Right?