A WindClan queen, SpeckleFur, gave birth to 2 kits :Wolfkit and Foxkit. The litter SpeckleFur had given birth to in the past had died of natural causes, so she thought if she named her kits after fearless beings, perhaps they would have the courage and power to continue forward. Her kits aren't exactly what you'd call similar. Wolfkit always worried about his future and everything that makes a cat anxious. Foxkit was laid back and very sweet, always greeting cats and looking toward his future. His best friend was a young kit, the same age as he, named Tigerkit.

Tigerkit was a beautiful, ginger she-cat. She had white stripes running along her back, just as Foxkit had brown and white. Everyday, they would beg their mothers to let them leave the nursery to play; they were only 3 moons. When they were allowed, they would always get into trouble somehow. Usually it was when they rolled around, they got their pelts all dirty and their mothers would fuss over them. Even while their mothers cleaned them, they always looked at each other as if they wouldn't have done anything different. They were very close, needless to say.

One day, however, they got in very much trouble.

"Hey Foxkit, watcha wanna play?" Tigerkit would ask in her playful tone.

"I don't know" he shrugged. He stretched out and laid on his back, looking over at Tigerkit. Tigerkit normally looked a bit mischievous, but she looked now as if she had some crazy idea.

Tigerkit threw herself at Foxkit, and Foxkit tried to stake his ground. Tigerkit threw him over, and jumped at his belly, playfully whacking it with her paw. Foxkit squealed, but tried desperately to keep the noise down. He tried to extend his paws up to grab Tigerkit, but that only made his soft belly more exposed, putting him at a worse of a position. He noticed, in the midst of all the playing, other cats gathering around them, watching them play.

Foxkit tried to knock Tigerkit off with his hind legs, but all to no avail as she scrabbled behind him to reach his tail. No, I'm not letting her grab my tail! He thought.

But she did. She bared it in her teeth and dragged him back, as his paws scrabbled on the ground. When all the dust from the ground cleared away, he saw the clan leader, Frozenstar looking down on them, his lips held back in a snarl.

"What are you kits doing?" Frozenstar said in an angry tone. The two kits looked at each other. Uh oh. "Well?" She continued.

"We um...were just playing!" Foxkit pleaded. Technically, that was true. Neither of them were in any real pain, and no blood had been shed. Then he glanced at himself, and realized he was wrong. There was blood on both him and Tigerkit, with scraps of fur scattered around the clearing. His own leg was bloody, and hurt terribly to even move. How had they been hurt so bad, while they were only playing? He even felt his belly burn terribly now, where Tigerkit had scratched him, but he decided he'd rather not look. He hated knowing he might have hurt Tigerkit.

"You two! Two my den! Now!" He yowled sharply. The two kits looked down as they walked up to the leaders den. They were in real trouble now!

They sat down in the moss and waited for Frozenstar to come. After what seemed like an eternity, Frozenstar finally came through.

"What were you thinking? Were you two trying to kill each other?" He spat. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"I-I'm sorry, Frozenstar." It was Tigerkit that spoke. "We were only playing. We didn't mean to scratch each other up." She glanced at Foxkit, who couldn't meet her eyes.

"After I give you your punishments, I want you to go see Twigstream and get those injuries fixed up. Now, tell me what happened."

Tigerkit and Foxkit both explained what happened from their own points of view. While they were talking, Frozenstar seemed both confused and understanding.

"Very well. I understand. But good warriors aren't made by lunging at other cat's bellies, are they?" Frozenstar glared at Tigerkit. "Your punishment is your apprenticeship is to be delayed until your seventh moon instead of your sixth moon. Please be more careful next time. I do not wish to see you wrestling each other anymore. Understood?"

The cats nodded, and after they were fixed up, were sent back to their mothers, who fussed over each and every little ruffle in their fur, and minorly scolded them. They only sighed, for they wanted not another moon in the nursery. They were going on their sixth moon the next day. Foxkit could just imagine Wolfkit snickering and laughing at him, a seven moon old kit, still living in the nursery. At least he would have Tigerkit by his side, who he was becoming more and more sure he loved.