"That's awful! None of it is your fault." She padded over to the kit and pulled him close with her tail, beginning to groom him comfortingly. "Do you want me to talk to them?"“Goldkit and Mudkit don’t like me. They say it’s my fault that mom died and they call me names. I can’t hang out with Snowkit anymore so I went to them and they sent me away and called me names.” He pushed his head into his paws.