"Stallionkit! Over here!" a small white and grey striped she-kit squeaked. The little brown and white kit picked up the large ball of moss with her sharp teeth and flung it over to her sister Moonkit.
"Good throw!" Moonkit yelled as she caught the ball in her claws.
"Come, on! So unfair. You're way taller than I am!" Mudkit, a little brown kit complained. She leaped after Moonkit, but missed and instead crashed into the apprentice den. Stallionkit laughed as her sister and friend started chasing each other around camp, but quickly shut her mouth as she saw a pair of dark green eyes watching her from the trees around camp.
The cat smirked at her, turned around and padded further into the dense shadows of the forest. She had become accustomed to the appearance of the mysterious tom cat. It still sent shivers down her spine though, whenever she thought about why no one else could see him and what his reason was to be there.
Stallionkit lived in the great and fierce BlizzardClan. And in her opinion, BlizzardClan was pretty uneventful; save the border skirmishes, battles and violent storms that occurred a little too often for her liking. The Clan was located in a dense forest that always had a chilly breeze. There was thick undergrowth that covered the forest floor. Leaf-bare was worse in BlizzardClan than in any other Clan: the storms that occurred during the cold season brought horrible raging winds and tons of snow.
A call snapped Stallionkit out of her thoughts,
"Stallionkit, Moonkit, Mudkit!" the familiar yowl of her mother, Willowstorm, sounded," It's getting dark, come to the nursery and sleep!" The three kits slowly walked over to the nursery with sad pleading eyes,
"Can we please play longer?" Mudkit whined
"No Mudkit, your mother needs to sleep and she can't when she is worrying about you." Willowstorm meowed.
"Oh ok." The little brown she-kit mumbled,
"It's ok Mudkit! We can play tomorrow!" Moonkit cheered,
"Yeah! We'll climb on the Grey-Rock!" Stallionpaw added, trying to be helpful.
"I guess." Mudkit meowed. The three kits stepped into their mothers' nests and snuggled up to their mother's belly.
"Goodnight kits." Willowstorm whispered.
"Goodnight Willowstorm," the kits replied.
The little brown kit drifted off to sleep. Her dreams were made up of shadows, glowing eyes, and strangest of all: a distant airy voice: Stallionkit. Stallionkit. Stallionkit. They're coming. They will try to control you. They will try to change your destiny and your life. Don't let them. Beware. Beware of the evil that lies in the dark. Beware.
