"Mother?"
The black kit woke up both his sister and his mother. The white queen with black markings stared, half-asleep.
"What is it, dear?"
"Can we see our father one day?" the kit asked. The queen only sighed. She smiled.
"One day, but not soon…"
"Why?" the kit asked. "Why not?"
"We just can't," the queen answered. The black kit looked down with disappointment.
"Okay…"
"Go back to sleep, dear…remember, you'll be an apprentice at sunhigh," The queen purred. The white kit smirked.
"So will I. and I'll be better than you," the kit hissed a laugh. The black kit sighed.
"I don't care, I just wanna protect my clan…" the black kit unsheathed his claws.
"But I'll be happy to put you in your place someday!" he yowled. His sister rolled her eyes.
"Keep dreaming," she purred. She had curled up beside her mother and fell asleep. The black kit sighed.
"I'll protect my clan. And when I find my father…" he paused, and looked at his mother.
"I'll make him proud."