Outcast

==== Thank you for reading my story, Outcast! This is a story about my oldest and longest OC, Greysong and her past. The title will be explained at the very end of the book. Leave your thoughts in the comments! I will be updating this every time I get the chance. Enjoy! Dive into the world of Greysong! ====
 WARNING: Contains Kit bullying, slight gore, and suicidal thoughts.
==Prologue==
Lightning flashed across the clouded filled sky. Rain poured down, falling onto the struggling clan below. “Foxstar!” yelled the Skyclan deputy, Flywing. “Honeyflame has begun her kitting. We need to get her to safety.” The Skyclan leader nodded. “Honeyflame has begun her kitting! We must get her, the kits, and elders to safety!” Foxstar yowled, for his clan to hear. “Flywing! You help get Honeyflame safe. We need to get to the top of the hollow.” Foxstar demanded to his deputy. Flywing nodded and rushed off to gather cats to help him. “Everyone else, help as much as you can! We are running out of time.” He looked down into the camp and saw it begin to flood.
An ear-splitting screech sounded across the clearing, as a tree fell into the clearing. Horror struck, Foxstar ran towards the tree, only to find a small cat laying underneath it. “Finchpaw!” yelled a cat in distress. An old queen wailed and ran over to the fallen tree. “She was too young!” the queen wailed again. Foxstar flicked his tail on the queens flank. “Finchpaw will be welcomed in Starclan. They will keep her safe, Minkflight. I know she was your kit, but we have to trust Starclan will keep her safe.” Mink flight looked at Finchpaw again and started to help evacuate the camp. Foxstar ran to see if Honeyflame was to safety.
Another large crack came, as the great beech fell to the ground. Barely missing it, Foxstar continued to run across the camp. “Honeyflame!” he yelled, worry in his voice for his mate. “She is at the top of the hollow, her kitting is done!” Screeched a cat from across the camp. Foxstar’s shoulders tensed less, knowing his mate was safe in the hands of their medicine cat, Berrywhisker. He began to run faster and ran checking the dens. “Is everyone out of the camp!” he yowled. “They are now.” screeched a cat, running out the elders den with one by his side. Foxstar sighed, running to the top of the hollow, to find Honeyflame.
Foxstar stumbled up the hollow, looking around for his mate, finding her in a small cave. Three kits were at her belly, suckling for milk. Honeyflame looked up, an exhausting look in her eyes. Foxstar ran over and licked her ears. “What beautiful kits..” Foxstar said, gazing at the small fluffy kits at Honeyflame’s belly. “What will we name them?” the russet tom sat down next to her. Honeyflame was there next to her kits for a while and looked up at Foxstar. “This one will be Finchkit. In memory of Finchpaw,” said Honeyflame, her tail waving to a brown tom-kit with darker brown legs. “This will be Littlekit.” Honeyflame’s tail went over a tom-kit that looked like a mini copy of Foxstar. Honeyflame then looked over to a silver she-kit with darker grey spots. “This will be Greykit. As a memory of the storm that they were born in.”
==Chapter 1==
"Come on, Greykit!" yelled Finchkit over his shoulder. Greykit staggered over the hill. "I'm coming!" Greykit huffed as she looked at her brothers running ahead of her. Greykit was the runt of the litter, and had trouble keeping up with her bigger littermates. Greykit struggled forward, her tiny legs causing her pace to be slow. "Hurry Greykit! There is a mouse!" her other brother Littlekit yelled. Greykit's ears perked up and her tail curled. She started to run as fast as her little legs would let her go. Greykit caught up with her littermates, looking around for the mouse. Looking up at Littlekit, (who was no longer little), Greykit opened her mouth to speak. "Where is the mouse?" Greykit squeaked. Littlekit looked down at her. "He ran away. You scared it away." Greykit looked down sadly. Finchkit set his tail on her shoulder. "It's ok. Lets go back to camp." So then the three kits set off to camp, keeping pace with Greykit.
Littlekit, Finchkit, and Greykit ended up at camp a while later. Greykit passed out in the nursery, not caring that she was hungry. A while later she was joined by her mother, Honeyflame. She settled down with Greykit, keeping the small kit warm. Taking a breath of Honeyflames scent, Greykit nuzzled closer to her. The kit fell into a deep sleep, waking up into a dark wooden area. Greykit walked around, not able to see her surroundings. Suddenly Greykit tripped on a root and fell down. Greykit whimpered. "Hello little one." said a deep growl behind her. Greykit turned around to see icy blue eyes behind her. Greykit flattened to the ground in fear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. A lot." crackled the voice. The creature lurked closer, revealing rows of sharp teeth and giant muscles. Suddenly he leapt at her and Greykit wailed! "No! Get away from me!" screeched Greykit, waking up. 
"What are you doing Greykit?" said a yawning Finchkit. His fur was ruffled and his eyes were full of rage. Greykit stared at him. "I-I had a bad dream." Greykit stuttered. "Well, you clawed half of our pelts off. Thanks," said Littlekit, now fully awake. Greykit let out a small "Mrrow" of amusement. Honeyflame was now awake too. "It's ok, Greykit." said her gentle voice. Honeyflame began to groom each of them, getting their fur back to normal. Looking out of the nursery entrance, she found that it was being to be light out. She was pushed to the ground as her litter-mates pushed their ways out. Greykit followed them, only to be stopped by Honeyflame. "Be careful!" Honeyflame whispered into her ear. Greykit nodded and ran after her littermates. "And don't get into any trouble!" Honeyflame called after them.
Greykit stopped in the middle of the camp, looking around for her siblings. Suddenly a massive weight landed on her shoulders. Greykit collapsed to the ground, the weight crushing her small frame. She looked up to see her litter-mates on her. "You clawed at us just for Honeyflame's attention! She has always favored you, and you know it!" said Littlekit as Finchkit dug his claws into Greykits pelt. Greykit began to yowl but Finchkits tail was pushed into her mouth and she began to cough from the fur in her mouth. "Hey! Kits!" yelled a voice from across the camp, What are you doing?" Greykit looked over slightly to see the medicine cat, Berrywhisker. Finchkit suddenly let go slightly and looked up at Berrywhisker, an innocent look in his eyes. "Oh, we are playing! Greykit is the intruder!" said Littlekit, looking up at the medicine cat now. Berrywhisker looked uncertain, then turned away into the darkness of her den. Leaning down to her ear, Finchkit hissed in it. "Tell anyone about this and your in BIG trouble." Greykit nodded, fear filling her eyes. They walked off of her, and ran to Honeyflame, wailing. "Greykit hurt us! She pulled our tail and clawed into our shoulders!" Greykit, still layed down in the clearing, leaned back. "Starclan take me away please. I can't stand this world." she said quietly. She was picked up harshly by Honeyflame to the nursery. Looking over her mothers shoulder, she saw Finchkit and Littlekit laughing at her silently.
"Greykit! I thought better of you!" said Honeyflame. Blood oozed from Greykits shoulders from where her litter-mates clawed her. Honeyflame did not notice her wounds and continued to toss her into the nest. "You don't come out until you learned your lesson Greykit!" tears streamed down Greykits beady eyes as her mother barged out the den, to fuss over Littlekit and Finchkit. Sitting up, Greykit walked to Berrywhisker and sat at her den entrance. Berrywhisker came out and took Greykit in. "What happened to you lot? Honeyflame keeps on going on about how you attacked Littlekit and Finchkit. They came here asking me to help their wounds and saw nothing. I ended up having to put some cobweb on them for wounds that don't exist. Then they walked out wailing on how the pains are killing them." Berrywhisker finished off. She looked at her shoulders and saw dried up wounds on her. "Oh no! What happened?" she asked, looking at the small kit. Greykit looked up "Uh-I got scratched by thorns." Berrywhisker looked at his, not believing it. "You can tell me what really happened," Berrywhisker said, now looking into Greykit's eyes. "I-I got attacked by Finchkit and Littlekit. They said that Honeyflame favors me more and that I clawed at them on purpose when I really had a nightmare with this dark cat. He attacked me and I woke up wailing and flailing my paws." Greykit finished. Berrywhisker sighed. She healed her wounds and walked with Greykit out of the den. "I will need to speak with Littlekit, Finchkit, and Honeyflame when I get the chance." She helped Greykit get to sleep and walked out the den. "Thank you.." Greykit said before falling asleep.
==Chapter 3==
Greykit stretched awake, the cobwebs and marigold on her shoulders were falling off her fur and onto the nest. She looked over and saw Littlekit and Finchkit murmuring to each other so they won't wake Honeyflame. "Has the favorite woken up to be praised again?" said Finchkit, snickering. Littlekit joined in. "Yeah, have you been chosen to be the leader all of a sudden?" Littlekit sneered. Greykit looked down. This was unfair. She did not ask to be loved more by Honeyflame. Suddenly a russet figure came through the nursery. It was their leader, and father, Foxstar. "How are my kits doing? Have you gotten into any trouble lately?" Foxstar said, his voice filled with pride for his kits. Greykit rushed over, her stubby legs making her waddle a little. Foxstar leaned down far to touch noses with Greykit. He purred as he did the same with Littlekit and Finchkit. Suddenly Greykit pounced on his massive tail and began swatting at it. "Come on, Littlekit! Finchkit! He is a fox invading the den!" she squeaked, looking at her litter mates. They just watched her play, their heads up high, acting like they were too old for her games. "We want to do something more fun," Littlekit said blandly. Finchkit nodded in agreement. Greykit had a sad look on her face. She looked down, still on Foxstars tail. "Come on, Foxstar! Show us some battle moves!" the two tom kits said, bouncing around. Greykits ears perked up but were soon brought down from Finchkits look. Not noticing, Foxstar nodded and bought the two tom kits outside to begin.
The silver shekit watched in silence as her father began to teach the kits some moves. She wanted to join in, but they would shun her out like always. She missed when they would adventure together, in the hollow. She wished she could be like them. By now, Honeyflame had woken up. The queen looked at Greykit in the entrance and walked over to her. Honeyflame settled next to Greykit and set her tail on her kits back. Greykit moved away, not happy with her mother from yesterday. "Greykit. If this is about yesterday, I'm truly sorry." Greykit stayed silent and looked away. Honeyflame sighed and picked Greykit up by the scruff. "Let me down!" Greykit yelped as Honeyflame began to groom her. Greykit slumped down as her other groomed her roughly. She stopped once she got to Greykits dry scabs. Shocked, she looked at Greykit. Greykit gave her a look saying "Now you see?". Honeyflame pulled Greykit gently closer to her and rested her tail on her side. "Are you feeling hungry?" Greykit suddenly realized that she had not eaten in a while. She nodded and she and Honeyflame went off to the fresh kill pile. They grab a sparrow and start eating it, and Greykit felt full after that. Honeyflame and Greykit began to watch their family mock fight. 
She sighed as Finchkit and Littlekit were doing very well. "Hey Greykit! Come here!" yelled Foxstar. Greykit reluctantly walked over to them and stood there, looking up at her father. "You should join in on this. It's good practice for when you are an apprentice. And if I'm right, it should be two moons away." Foxstar smiled at Greykit. She looked over at Littlekit and Finchkit, but they were starting a mock battle in between themselves. Foxstar began showing Greykit battle moves. "Try them out on me," Foxstar said and Greykit leaped at him. She tried to knock him over, but she had no strength. Greykit fell to the ground and landed on her back. "Ooh that has to hurt," Foxstar said and helped Greykit up. "I'll never be as good as Finchkit and Littlekit!" Greykit wailed. "Greykit, look out!" Foxstar yelled but it was too late. Finchkit and Littlekit were on top of her, attacking. Greykit squirmed and then stopped. "Are you too weak. Too small to fight us?" Littlekit snarled into her ear. Suddenly Greykit leapt up and knocked them off her. She walked over and tried to pin them down but they were too strong. They leapt at her but she moved to the side and started running in circles, confusing them. They tried again but they missed her by a few seconds. Suddenly a weight knocked her over, and she saw Foxstar keeping her to the ground. She tried her move again but he avoided it. Littlekit and Finchkit were heard laughing in the background. Foxstar got off of her. "Nice try! But the circle trick. You should have not done it anymore so that they would not know what you were going to do." Foxstar licked her head and walked away to his den. Honeyflame purred as she walked back to her nest. Littlekit and Finchkit walked over to her. "You will never be as good as us!" they said and walked to the elders. "I'll show you two. You won't be so keen to fight me when I'm older!" she hissed under her breath as she walked away. 
==Chapter 4==
For the next two moons, Greykit practices with her father. She improved her fighting skills overall and was destined to beat Finchkit and Littlekit. She had talked to them little each day and did not care if Honeyflame was getting mad. Her mother was starting to move out the den, knowing that they will be apprentices tomorrow. Greykit was excited, she wanted to be the best warrior. Not only for her clan, but to show Finchkit and Littekit that she could be a fighter, despite her small size. Greykit was furious with them. She had not fought with them for two moons when they beat her. "Hey Greykit? How has your training been going? Have you finally learned how to fight?" yelled a voice from the nursery entrance. She turned around and saw Finchkit and Littlekit, their brown and russet pelts glistening in the sun. "As a matter of fact, yes I have," Greykit said, her head high. "Ha. As if you can learn anything?" Greykits silver and grey pelt bristled. "Buzz off. Don't you have anything better to than insult me?" Greykit hissed. Cats were staring at them. "You're lucky that you have us as siblings. We can actually help you if only you did not start so many arguments." Littlekit said. Greykits jaw dropped open. This was unfair. They clearly were stuborn and the ones who started the fights. Greykit hissed and walked over to the freshikill pile, getting a mouse. Unfortunately, it was at the bottom. A fat squirrel landed on her back, along with a shrew and a sparrow. "Mrrow's" of laughter were heard and Greykit slumped. Suddenly a silver tom appeared. "Let me help you with that," said a gentle but deep voice. The squirrel was taken off her and she looked up to see Flywing. "T-Thank you Flywing," Greykit stuttered, looking at the big tom in fear. He smiled at her. "Don't worry I won't hurt you," he said and helped her up. "You should finish your mouse. You have a big day tomorrow and you need to be well nourished." The deputy walked away with those words and she was left alone. 
===RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS FITE ME! WIP===
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