My name is Nightkit from ThunderClan. In one moon I will become an apprentice, I'm so excited. It gets so boring in the nursery all the time. Even though I have my two brothers, two super annoying brothers, it can get quite boring. Sometimes I just wanna run outside of the camp and explore and find new things, but my mom, Sorreltail watches me like a.., a…, hak…, no hawk. Yeah. I'm still learning new things so give me a break…

"Hey Nightkit! Could you stop talking to yourself for a minute and play with us?" Branchkit, my brother asked.

"YAH, COME ON!" Mosskit yelled.

"Hey could you keep it down! Some cats are trying to sleep here!" a very grouchy Mousefur said in front of the elder's den.

"Wait...wha…" Longtail mumbled, half asleep.

"See, you've already woken up half the clan by now." Mousefur said in a lower voice, yet still with an edge that made all the kits from here to sun-drown place shiver, Nightkit thought.

"Uh…It was Nightkit who yelled." Mosskit said. I was stunned.

"Yeah…It was Nightkit." Branchkit agreed mischievously.

"No, I didn't!" I said.

"Yes you did!" they both said in unison.

"No, I didn't! It was Mosskit!"

"No, it was you!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!!"

"YES!!"

I growled and leaped on them. Everything was a mass of fur till Brackenfur came into camp from a patrol and raced over to stop the three kits. He picked us up and looked at us and stared for a second, and then said, "Ok. Who started it?"

"It was Nightkit!" they both said.

Now they were dead, first the yelling and now this! I was ready to go for another round of fighting, but when I looked at Branckenfur, my father, all my anger thoughts vanished, well ...not entirely.

"Nightkit, let's go." Brackenfur said.

As I walked away following Brackenfur, I saw both my brothers grinning madly and sticking their tongues out at me. All the rage came back. They always got their way. Two males against one annoyed she-cat, it was so unfair. They'd both team up whether it was an argument or a fight, and end up as the innocent kits, while I had to explain to the warriors my story, which they never ever bought.

As usual, with a bit of compliments and apologies and arguments, (which I usually loose), all will be back to normal. So instead of rushing at those two sly kits, which expected that I would start the fight again, I thought better of it. Ofcourse, they were only setting me up, as they had before to get me into more trouble.

I stayed were I was, surprising them slightly, though they didn't show it, turned my head around slightly, and mouthed, "You're dead" with the most scary face I had (I practiced yesterday in a puddle). Their grins froze dead on. I turned around and left. Did they really think I was serious? I guess my scary face is really coming along; perhaps I could use it in a real battle? Well I can't until I get apprenticed.

Oh StarClan, please let me be apprenticed soon, I don't think I can take being with my brothers one more day, much less a moon.