Just waking up, before she'd even opened her eyes, she stretched like she did every morning.

Ugh, it probably isn't even past 7. Why does my body hate me? I didn't even get home until well past 4. She thought miserably.

At first she'd noticed nothing different. That was before she heard mews of protest and loud purring.

"Nightkit's going to be the first to open her eyes, Moonflower." A voice purred. It didn't sound like it came from where she was laying. Stretching. Whatever.

It took a moment for her to actually understand what was said. She felt horror jolt through her. Nightkit? Moonflower? Those sounded like names from one of her childhood stories. She couldn't remember exactly which book series the names were from, but…

She'd have to think about it later. She knew what her name was, and it wasn't Nightkit.

She struggled to open her eyes and it took her moments of trying (and failing) before they finally opened. The world around her was blurry and she couldn't help but wonder why everything looked so much bigger than it probably was.

As the world came into focus, she looked up and saw cats smiling down at her. She recoiled and looked down at her… paws?

Oh. This could not be happening. She didn't want to have paws. Tiny ones at that. She couldn't be more than a few days old… even though she had barely had her twenty-first birthday that August.

This was going to give her a headache. A migraine. She wondered if they had anything for that. They probably did, but she doubted they'd give her anything.

She was a newborn. Her tail flicked angerly. She had just started to get the hang of being a Manager. She was just starting to go back to school for her High School diploma.

"Well, hello there, little one." The cat she was laying against purred. She had silvery fur and yellow eyes.

She wondered what her own pelt color was. Probably black, or close to, if her name was Nightkit.

She still wasn't sure how that made her feel, but she supposed she should get used to it. It didn't look like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

Unless she, like, died as a kitten. It wasn't uncommon, especially for wild animal.

She was doing a lot of assuming. Because they weren't in a warm, cozy, house, she could only assume this was their home. Her new home.

Her 'mother' gave her a lick to the head before moving onto one of the bodies lying next to her. She'd known she was in the middle… but that was nothing new.

She often shared her bed with two fully grown labs. She was used to having no wiggle room. The one to her left had a blue pelt and the one to her right had a white one

Something was nagging at her memory but she still couldn't remember what it was. It was like something she should know but actually didn't. Or did but just didn't know it.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. No use trying to remember something that wouldn't come. A sudden wave of exhaustion came over her and her stomach grumbled with hunger.

She didn't have the strength to think about the awkwardness of suckling. It was a natural part of a newborn's life.

Once she was full, she curled up tightly and drifted off to sleep.

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Sometime later, she awoke with a paw in her ear. "Come on, Nightkit! Me and Bluekit are ready to go outside and play!"

Nightkit hissed in irritation. What if she didn't wish to play?

Then it hit what the kitten had said.

Bluekit. It couldn't be. The series was fake, fiction.

Bluekit. Snowkit. Moonflower. This couldn't be. Even if it were possible, the history was already set. Nightkit didn't exist. Yet, why was she here? If Bluestar's destiny was to lose everyone close to her, then her own destiny was to die.

How was that fair? How was it fair for her to be hijacked from her own life and put into that of a cat? It wasn't if she died before Bluestar's leadership ceremony, it was when.

Would Nightkit die as a kit? As an apprentice? Would she make it to Warrior before fate decided it was time for her to die?

Nightkit didn't want to die. To be fair, would anyone?

Was she supposed to change things before her death? Her being here already changed something. What other changes would come just before she existed.

The existential crisis would have to wait, even though she was literally questioning everything.

She pushed herself to her paws, her… sister looked hurt at her hiss.

"Lead the way, dear sister." Nightkit grinned as she looked at Snowkit and Bluekit.

She was slightly amused when Snowkit and Bluekit decided to climb over their mother instead of just going around like any rational … cat … would do.

"You've opened your eyes." Their mother purred, relief relaxing her tense muscles. "You all have your father's blue eyes." She was still purring and she looked down at her three daughters.

Nightkit's tail curled. "We were headed outside!" She said brightly.

"Yeah! We're going exploring!" Snowkit added. Bluekit nodded eagerly.

"Do you want me to come with?" Moonflower asked, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

All three kits shook their head. "We're going to surprise Patchkit and Leopardkit!"

"You're first prey." Their mother was obviously amused. "Off you go then."

The three ran over to the entrance, each cringing at the sunlight. Nightkit should have expected this. They'd been in the dark. Not like a night dark, but they were inside. And they were newborns. They were bound to be more sensitive to things others were not.

As soon as the light didn't hurt as much, they raced out. Nightkit tripped over her paws and rolled, landing between the two older kits. Of course that's how I make my entrance.

She guessed it could be worse. She could've been attack by a dead mouse like Bluekit was. Looking around, she realized that the center of camp must be where they stored their food.

She blinked up at the two bigger kits, staying sprawled on her back. "Hi!" Her voice squeaked, her tail whipping back and forth in excitement.

Leopardkit purred at Nightkit. "Hello!" She helped The tiny black she-kit back to her paws as Snowkit and Bluekit came running over. "They've all opened their eyes!" The older she-kit purred happily.

This is going to be a long six months, Nightkit thought with a worn out sigh. Acting like a kit and trying to not die… why is fate so cruel?

A/N:

Hello! :-) I do not own Warriors. I don't know when I'll update but this idea kinda just came out while I was half asleep and decided to roll with it.

I don't want Nightkit to die just as much as Nightkit doesnt want to die. I'm open to other suggestions. Or when her death should be. It'd be a pretty lame story if she died in the next chapter.

Should she join another clan? Abandon Clanlife all together? Die giving birth? Die instead of Sweetpaw or Snowfur? Let me know!