Become a lie - part two

It had been a couple moons now since Fawnkit's death, but with her loss came more life as new kits had come into the nursery. Coalkit had to admit, he wanted more kits to play with, but now the nursery was spilling with tiny paws. He was noticeably larger than them, being the oldest. Doekit used to be fun to play with, but he still somewhat enjoyed Deerkit during their play battles. The other kits weren't quite as nice to him, except one, and he felt he liked her the most. Maybe he was just beginning to outgrow them. It seemed like the younger the kits were, the easier it was to get them to agree with whatever he said.

In the clearing, his mother sat next to Jaymoon and her mate, Rockpelt, sharing tongues and passing a lizard between them. Coalkit couldn't help but notice the brightness in Twigleg's face when she was around the two. Coalkit felt like she should be more concerned about her reputation in the clan. He overheard the elders talking about her. He recalled them saying Twigleg had no interest in any of the toms in their clan. At least, not anymore. He wondered what that meant. But they went on, suggesting a few things here and there. They wondered about it being her old apprentice friend, or maybe a tom from another clan. Rockpelt's name was thrown into the mix somewhere, and his head spun. As much as he wanted to intervene and tell them they didn't know what they were saying, he would probably have been scolded for eavesdropping.

Coalkit stood up on a small mound of dirt in the nursery. He managed to get a view of all of the kits from there. "Gather around, my loyal BreezeClan warriors," he howled, puffing out his chest. "I'm your new leader, Coalstar. Mousestar is an old cranky elder now, so I'm in charge." The black spotted tom's eyes glowed and his paws itched with excitement.