Swiftkit slowly blinked his eyes open. The sweet scent of his mother, Whiteflower, filled his tiny nostrils as he lifted his head to see her. He heard her purr and felt the rise and fall of her stomach as his body pressed against it. He mewed and wailed to wake her up and her head rose suddenly. "Shh," she hushed him, "You will wake the others." Yet when she turned her head around the mossy bedding, Whiteflower couldn't see her kits. "Where have they gone?" She questioned her five moon old kit.

Swiftkit shrugged, "maybe they went to get fresh kill outside of this stuffy rock den," He complained.

"One moon left honey," she sighed, "but go ahead and look for them." Swiftkit jumped up and down then darted into the main OakClan camp. He swung his head side to side to look for his siblings. He noticed his sister, Snowkit, talking to one of the elders, Mudstripe. He dashed over to her and waited for a chance to speak.

"-then, the terrible Iceclaw rushed out of camp and went to gather an army," he heard Mudstripe say. Snowkit gasped and looked at her paws.

"What if he comes back!"

"He can't," Mudstripe giggled, "he is with StarClan." There was a pause and Swiftkit started to talk.

"Where have you been Snowkit?" He asked his sister.

"Here obviously," she muttered.

"Well, mom wants to know when and where we go."

"Well mom can just calm down," Snowkit retorted. Swiftkit took a step back. "She doesn't need to know everywhere I go. I'm less than a moon away from being an apprentice." She held her head high and sighed when Swiftkit didn't say anything. "My StarClan Swiftkit, don't be so surprised. I am becoming an older, more mature cat."

"Kit," Mudstripe corrected her. "You are and will be a kit until you have earned your warrior name. Don't go walking around telling every cat you're the boss." Snowkit nodded and was obviously embarrassed. Even Swiftkit felt ashamed for talking to his mom the way he did in the den. "Go to your mother and apologize for leaving the den without permission."

"But the story and Iceclaw..."

"Will continue later, at a more responsible time," the elder responded. He walked off and that left the two kits standing side by side.

"Ugh, thanks a lot Swiftkit. You are such a kittypet," Snowkit hissed.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you always obey the warrior code. Even if the slightest thing is against it, you won't think twice. The WARRIOR CODE is for WARRIORS, not kits." Swiftkit hissed and raised his paw as if warning her to stop. Snowkit leaped onto his back and sunk her claws into his sides. He squealed managing to throw her off and pin her down.

"Who's the kittypet now?" He retorted. A smirk spread across Snowkit's face and she clamped her eyes shut, crying out loud.

"Why are you so mean?" She wailed and Swiftkit realized what she was doing. She was pretending to be the innocent one but before he could get off her, he felt a paw on his shoulder. He slowly turned to see his mother with a disappointed expression on her face.

"Swiftkit! Get off your sister!" She ordered, "I told you to get them, not hurt them!" Whiteflower closed her eyes and shook her head, "you should go back to the den." Swiftkit didn't argue even if it wasn't right. He trudged off to the den and sighed as he curled into a ball. He looked out the entrance to see his other siblings Goldkit and Toughkit.

The two kits scrambled up to their mother and mewed something. Swiftkit pointed his ears in their direction. "We saw the whole thing!" Toughkit explained, "she tackled him!"

"I did not!" Snowkit refused to accept her punishment, "oh, also... Owwww! My paw."

"Oh please," Goldkit meowed, "don't even try it. We saw you tackle him, we heard your argument, we saw and heard everything."

"Oh fine!" She put her 'hurt' paw on the ground. "Whatever, yeah I ran out to hear the story of Iceclaw. But they left too."

"Yes," Whiteflower admitted, "but don't tackle your siblings and don't get an attitude. Lastly, don't leave without permission." All the kits nodded and walked over to the den with their mother. Swiftkit sat up and scooted to the back to make room. His mother apologized and so did Snowkit, though she probably didn't mean it. She told Swiftkit he could wonder around camp anytime, but don't go outside OakClan camp. The kits asked permission to go with Swiftkit and she said yes, but to stick by him.

The kits were all walking around camp but no farther than a couple tail lengths away from Swiftkit. He was grabbing four mice for his brothers and sisters. Snowkit was trying to get Mudstripe's attention but with the elder's loss in hearing, it wasn't the easiest task. Goldkit was talking with the medicine cat, Shadowheart, and to Swiftkit, she obviously wanted to become a medicine cat. Toughkit was talking to an apprentice nearby. Swiftkit went to each of them with their mice but of course Snowkit refused.

"I can get my own," she spat. He rolled his eyes and gave the mouse to the Shadowheart. He apologized to everyone that they had to be his apprentices on a field trip around camp. Everyone excepted it and said they could be in the stuffy rock den instead, even Snowkit.

When the lazy day began to end, all the kits returned and fell asleep in a huddle. Swiftkit was last to go to slumber, thinking about the crazy day. Snowkit seemed meaner than ever... Was it really because she was just 'growing up?