1. by Blue_Boy_Nerd
Skarkit padded outside of the nursery and lifted his muzzle to the night sky. The wind shifted gently, the moon peering softly through the clouds. A dark shadow cascaded across the territory, making the night nearly pitch black.
"Mother?" He mewed. "Why is the sky so dark at night?"
His mother purred softly and cuffed his ear, "Because it means young kits like you should be sleeping."
Skarkit scuffled into the nursery and pawed his sister, Ravenkit, to move over.
"Ew!" she squeaked. "Don't touch me, you have diseases!"
Scarkit rolled his eyes and snuggled into the moss bed he made that morning. It was the same thing every night. no one wanted to sleep next to him, because of the scar he was born with.
Scarkit tucked his nose under his paws and sighed, "I wish she loved me like she loves my other brothers. . ."