The sun was beginning to set when the kitten sent out an adventure in camp, intent on catching a particularly pretty beetle with an iridescent shell over its wings. It was a difficult battle for Magpiekit, but in the end, he was triumphant: he had wrestled the creature to the ground and finally managed to stun it when he set out to find his "father", Crowthroat. He wanted to show off his impressive catch to the big tom who acted as the temporary authority in camp while Ravenstar nursed her son. However, the little smoke tomkit had difficulty locating the tom, and when he returned to the site of his "kill", he had discovered that the beetle had awakened and flown off. 

Bollocks. 

The kitten was young and had tired himself from searching for Crowthroat and also struggling to catch the hardened beetle. So, he had temporary settled underneath a fern while the sun began to set, warming his coal-and-smoke fur until he was lulled into a short slumber, dreaming of more insect hunting. Magpiekit knew little of his clan thus far- he hadn't seen many of the warriors given that he'd only recently ventured out of the nursery with permission of both Crowthroat and his mother. Albeit naturally inquisitive, he was undoubtedly shy towards the strangers of his clan, and they too seemed to avoid him while observing the kitten from a distance. Perhaps it was because of the curious little gusts of winds he'd managed to make in order to stir the leaves while searching for insects to hunt, a curse that would indefinitely damn him from living in the clan with his mother...

But there was more to Magpiekit than what met the eye, more than simply failing to inherit his mother's dark element. 
He actually feared the one thing he was meant to become. 

When the little smoke furball stirred, he found the world around him cloaked in darkness. Night had settled in, and it was the eve of the new moon when the sky was dark and unwelcoming, save for the few stars that mottled the endless heavens. At once the sleepiness evaded Magpiekit, causing the kit to rise in a start as he was surrounded in the shadows of night, without a moon to smile down upon them. He could feel the darkness closing in, suffocating him in fear. What lurked out there? What hid in the shadows- monsters? Dark forest baddies? Someone who wanted to hurt him? 

DarkClan found solace and power in the night. 
Magpiekit, he only found fear. 

The kitten found himself beginning to quake from fear, and as he tried to back into what might be safety, he felt the tendrils of the fern brush against his back. Magpiekit leaped forward into the darkness of camp with a petrified yelp before pressing himself into the earth, unable to see what rested around him. What was it that had tried to touch him- an eagle? An adder hoping to poison him and eat him whole, while he was still kicking?!

Magpiekit only made his own sense of anxiety worsen as negative, fearful thoughts plagued his little mind. He couldn't find his ma or big Crowthroat to protect him- he was all alone in the scary darkness, with potential monsters just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Magpiekit couldn't hold back his whimpers anymore. "Mama!" He wished the darkness would just go away, prayed that the sun would suddenly rise so he'd be safe and could see good again. But instead he was all alone, drowning in the shadows of the night that was cherished by his clan, but feared by the misfit of a kitten that did not belong. "Mama, I'm scared!"