This is my first variation to If Things Were Different. Sorry it took a while. I had kind of forgotten the Warriors fandom for a bit... Without further ado, new fic!

"Spottedkit!" Mousepaw squeaked cheerfully. "How are you?"

"Fine," the kit murmured unenthusiastically, then added a sour, "Why do you care?"

"Because I...uh..." Mousepaw tried to answer, but was lost for words. She should have known Spottedkit would ask, Spottedkit thought with an internal sneer. Now that everyone had started taking an interest in the able-bodied she-kit, Spottedkit had noticed something was off.

"Why?" Spottedkit pressed intently. This had become interesting.

"No reason," Mousekit squealed nervously, then began to quickly edge away until she was almost a clearing away from the tortoiseshell. Spottedkit stared after her, glaring the entire way through.

Everyone seemed to do that nowadays, Spottedkit reflected with slight satisfaction. Whenever Spottedkit showed even a slight hint of anyone getting on her nerves, anyone in close vicinity to her would back off quickly, glancing over to her nervously to see if she was staring. The ThunderClan cats seemed to believe she, an almost five-moon-old kit, would try to kill them. But whenever Spottedkit tried to ask why, she always got the same response, a cat making an excuse, then fleeing.

By now, the tortoiseshell kitten had noticed why the cats thought so. When Spottedkit looked down at herself, she saw her sleek tortoiseshell pelt looking neat and fluffy, but that could barely hide her almost-bulging muscles, so unnatural for a cat of Spottedkit's age. Most five-moon-old kits weren't that large, ready to grow a lot during apprenticehood, but although Spottedkit was not large, she was muscular, so muscular, she looked like a young Tigerclaw. Tigerclaw was a dark tabby tom, a new warrior, but he had long, curved claws, and cats were hesitant to approach him.

"Spottedkit, are you alright?" came a calm, sweet voice. Spottedkit knew it as the voice that would not be afraid of her or alienate her, the voice of Dappletail, Spottedkit's mother.

"I'm fine," Spottedkit mewed, dejected. "Don't worry."

"It's my job to worry," Dappletail replied sweetly, pressing her nose into her daugher's fur. "And remind you that I love you."

"I love you, too," murmured Spottedkit.

Isn't that so heartwarming? XD