Ashkit woke up, his grey tabby pelt fluffy and puffed. His mother Silverleaf slept next to him, her sleek flank rising and falling every time she breathed. On Ashkit's right, his brother Lionkit slept on his back, snoring loudly and slapping his face with his small paws. Ashkit crept out of the cosy nursery and into the Flameclan camp. The sky was a pale grey and some sleepy warriors were already getting out of their dens. Ashkit padded over to the warriors den and poked his muzzle into the entrance. Many flanks were rising and falling, with some warriors fidgeting. Suddenly, Ashkit jumped as bright amber eyes stared at him. A large shadow rose and padded towards the small kit. Ashkit squeaked and tried to run off, but he stumbled and fell flat on his face. The large warrior came up to him and Ashkit covered his small head with his paws.
"Hi"
Ashkit peeked from between his paws and saw a large ginger tom with broad shoulders and large white paws. "Who are you?" Ashkit asked timidly.
"I'm Timberfall. Deputy of Flame clan. I expect you are Ashkit, son to that beautiful Silverleaf". Timberfall sighed. "That Scorchleaf." Timberfall suddenly growled, unsheathing his large claws. Ashkit whimpered and tried to slither away, but Timberfall grabbed him by the tail and pulled him back. "Listen" Timberfur snarled. "Kill your father, that Scorchleaf. Tell him how much pain he caused me. Tell him that he will regret what he did to me. Understand?" Ashkit let out a mewl. I'm not going to kill my father!"
"You will, otherwise…" He unsheathed his claws and ran one down Ashkit's flank. Ashkit let out a yowl of pain. "Let go!" Ashkit yowled. "Let go let go let go!"
"Now, do you understand?" Timberfall hissed. Ashkit nodded reluctantly. Timberfall let go of Ashkit and the small grey tabby dashed away, panting and shivering with fear.