The clouded sky shielded the CloudClan cats from the warmth of the sun. The slippery cliffside made it difficult for the other clans to intrude, but the skinny cats easily maneuvered around the rocky hangings as they went on their patrols. The dens they lived in were small caves that protected them from the harsh winds that blew down from the mountains. CloudClan was higher than most of the Clans were, so they had a good view of the other clans.
But as good as their camp was, it was incredibly boring. Three kits watched as the warriors went about, doing their business. The kits swatted the air lazily, as a big fly flew above their heads. They played every game a kit can think of, yet they still laid in the rocky den, waiting for an exciting thing to happen. Roseheart had scolded them for sitting around so much, but what else are they to do?
Gray-eye, a black tabby queen noticed their boredom. The slim she-cat was bored herself, being the only elder in the elder's den (not including Fang, but he was a bore.) She had just recently joined, and because the life of an elder was so dull, she thought of rejoining the warriors in their escapades. But as she gazed at the small kits, her amber eye lighted with amusement. "Aw, what the hell?" she murmured to herself and hoisted herself off her nest.
The three kits, suddenly becoming sleepy from their own boredom, pricked their ears as Gray-eye approached. The tabby queen looked at them fondly, before mewing, "You kits seem extremely bored. Care to hear a story?"
The kit's eyes alighted with excitement. A pale gray she-cat mewed in a high-pitched voice, "What kinda story are we gonna hear?"
Gray-eye purred, then laid down on the soft moss that covered the surface of the nursery. "It's an exciting tale of adventure and romance."
The fiery ginger tomkit looked at her quizzically. Gray-eye purred, "Don't worry, there's plenty of action, too."
The kits, satisfied, laid down beside Gray-eye and awaited her adventurous tale. The dark gray she-kit was silent beside her brother and sister as they rattled off about the stories they yearned to hear. She cuddled against Gray-eye's paw, purring. "Hi, grandma."
Gray-eye looked at the smaller she-kit, and licked her head. "Why, hello, little Fernkit! My have you grown! You're almost as big as your siblings!" Fernkit purred proudly, then proceeded to stick her tongue out to her brother and sister. Emberkit glared at her and Asterkit responded the same way.
"Now, now. Gather round, darlings. I'm going to tell you three very important stories!" she mewed, looking at their round, expecting eyes. She chuckled, "These stories may take awhile, so sit still and listen."
The kits sat closer to Gray-eye, excitement ruffling their soft fur. With a great sigh, Gray-eye struggled to remember. "Now, this might take time. It has been many years since Papa told me... Ahh yes. Now I remember." The old black tabby nodded. "It was many, many moons ago..."