A/N: This is a story about a clan of cats called FangClan, in case you haven't figured it out from the title and summary. I hope you like it...

Chapter 1, In the nursery.

Icekit woke to the sound of rain. The heavy drops were hitting the nursery roof with loud plunking noises. She could hear her siblings moving beside her, could smell them and her mother. Icekit was the youngest and smallest of three kits. Blackkit was the oldest, and Skykit the middle. Their mothers name was Redflower. Blackkit and Skykit were already up and nursing. Icekit wriggled around until she was facing her mothers stomach, and started to nurse as well. She was only half a week old, and had just started to comprehend the world around her. Her siblings, her mother, the nursery, and her entire clan were completely new to her. She wondered what she would learn today.

"Good morning my kits." Redflower whispered in Icekit's ear.

"Good morning, mother." Blackkit squeaked. She had started talking first, and new more words then her siblings. "What shall we learn today?"

"Today you shall meet the other cats and kits in the nursery." Redflower said.

"Wait," Skykit said hesitantly, "there are more cats in the nursery? How big is it?"

Redflower laughed quietly. "Bigger then you think, little one." There was suddenly a sound to Icekit's right, and she jumped to the left. Redflower laughed again. "That's just Spottedkit." She said, "She's Lionsky's kit."

"Lionsky?"

"Lionsky is a queen, Blackkit." Redflower explained. "She has two kits. Spottedkit, and Mosskit. They almost a moon older then you." Icekit heard a soft mew to her right, and guessed that Lionsky was telling her kits something. Something bumped into Icekit's side, and she yelped and jumped away.

"Oops," Said a small male voice, "sorry. I'm Mosskit. I didn't see you there."

"That's okay," Icekit said, "I'm Icekit."

"Hi." Mosskit said, then Icekit heard him stumble back to his mother.

A soft mew came from above Icekit. "Hello," it said, "my name is Goldenclaw."

"Goldenclaw's a queen, but she doesn't have kits yet." Redflower said.

"Where are her kits?" Skykit asked. Icekit thought that was a fair question.

"They're inside her." Redflower said. "They haven't been born yet."

"Oh," Skykit said, though he still sounded confused.

Icekit yawned, and put her head on her paws. Her world had just grown four cats bigger, and she needed a nap to think it over. She snuggled close to her mother, and entered a world full of dreams made up of scents and sounds.

Five months, three weeks later…

Icekit woke up, feeling exited and a bit nervous. She nudged Blackkit and Skykit awake.

"Wake up you guys!" she said, poking her nose into Blackkit's black tabby fur, and Skykit's blue-gray pelt. Once she was sure they were getting up, she sat down and started to clean her own white pelt that was littered with stripes that were the same dark red as her mothers fur.

"Why are we getting up again?" Blackkit asked groggily, "We could probably sleep a bit longer with out anyone caring."

"Because we might be made into apprentices today!" Icekit said. she had been wanting to be made into an apprentice for three weeks now, ever since her and her siblings turned five moons. She knew they weren't supposed to be made apprentices until they were six moons, but she was extra exited to be one rank closer to being a warrior of FangClan.

"Are you really going to be made into apprentices?" said a small voice behind Icekit. She spun around, and saw Dawnkit sitting there, looking up at her.

"Eventually." Icekit said. Dawnkit was so small, it was hard for Icekit to believe she had ever been that tiny. Dawnkit and her brother, Berrykit were the only other kits in the nursery.

"Are you going to leave the nursery?" Berrykit asked, sounding sad.

"Don't worry," Skykit said, "Brightstorm will be in here soon. She's going to be having her kits in a few months."

"And we'll still play with you sometimes." Blackkit said.

"But it wont be the same!" Dawnkit despaired.

"Come on, you two." Goldenclaw said, beckoning her kits over with a flick of her tail. Dawnkit and Berrykit went over to their mother, their tails dragging on the ground.

Icekit, Skykit, and Blackkit came out of the nursery into the sunny clearing of the clan camp. They could see Spottedpaw and Mosspaw sitting in front of the apprentices den. Mosspaw spotted them and flicked his tail slightly in greeting, then went back to talking with his sister. Spottedpaw didn't bother to acknowledge their existence at all. Icekit sighed.

Ever since being made apprentices, Mosspaw and Spottedpaw had become distant. Icekit suspected they thought they wouldn't look good in front of the other apprentices, Jaypaw, Rockpaw, and Stormpaw. Icekit thought all that was ridiculous, Mosspaw and Spottedpaw weren't even a moon older then she was!

"Icekit," Blackkit said, pulling Icekit back into the Clan camp, "Wanna play?" Icekit nodded, she loved a good game. Even though she was still the smallest of her siblings, she often beat them. Blackkit pounced on her, and they started to roll around in the grass, snarling and biting gently, pawing each other with sheathed claws. Skykit jumped into the game, and soon they got a bit carried away, chasing each other all the way across the clearing to the elders den. They didn't notice where they were headed until they landed in a heap at Scar-Nose's feet.

"What do you think your doing?" He snarled. The three kits leaped to there feet, looking up at Scar-Nose with apprehension.

"P-playing, sir." Skykit said, his head bowed. Scar-Nose scowled, leaning close.

"I'd be more careful if I were you," he said menacingly, the huge scar across the ridge of his nose standing out against his dark gray fur, "I don't like kits who interrupt my morning grooming."

"S-sorry, sir." Blackkit stuttered, it took a lot to make her nervous. "It-it won't h-happen again, sir." Then the three siblings rushed off, their heads down and their tails trailing behind them. Because they ran off so quick, they didn't see Honeybadger go up to Scar-nose, and didn't hear what she asked him.

"Why do you insist on scaring kits, Scar-Nose?" Asked the young warrior.

"Sometimes they need a little, encouragement to be respectful." He said, snickering to himself, and going back into the elders den.