Chapter 1
"Get up, Duskkit! Get up!" I squealed, poking my coal black sister with an impatient paw. Though it wasn't even sunrise, I was awake and ready to go.
"Be calm, Honeykit. She'll play tomorrow." My mother, whose name I later found out to be Stripedgaze, opened her eyes, swept her tail around me, and pulled me back. "It's not even sunrise yet."
"But I want to play now." I let out a huff of disappointment before settling down again, wrapping my tiny tail over my nose. "Well, when she wants to play, let me know." I muttered, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
When I woke again it was sunhigh. I sprang to my paws. This time I wasn't going to wait to play. "Duskkit!" I bounded over to where my sister slept, thwacking her across the head.
Me being a kit, the blow couldn't have been that hard, but Duskkit scrambled up with a wail. "She hit me!"
Stripedgaze looked over at me, and I lifted my head to meet those striped eyes for which she was named. "Did you hurt her, Honeykit?" She blinked, ever so calm, as she waited for my reply.
"Hardly." I mumbled, averting my eyes to glare at Duskkit.
"Little ones, let's not fight. If you'd like, go out into camp. But be very careful, and do not disturb the other queens on the way out." Stripedgaze suggested.
Our eyes lit up. "Okay!" I squeaked. "Race you there, Duskkit!"
And we were off. None of the queens seemed to have been disturbed by our less-then-silent exit, though I think Duskkit might have kicked sand into a kit's eye.
I screeched to a halt once outside the nursery, followed moments later by Duskkit. "You won," She meowed ruefully.
I didn't reply, amazed at the size of the camp. "It's huge." I breathed, eyes narrowing against the sunlight.
"Do you actually think we'll ever know our way around here?" Duskkit asked, disbelief in her voice.
"I hope so!" I replied, spinning in excited circles.
"Hello there, little kits." Duskkit and I looked up.
Above us stood a tom, his white pelt blinding in the bright sunlight. His blue eyes glittered, perhaps with amusement at our horror-stricken expressions.
"A-Are we in trouble?" Duskkit stuttered.
The white tom purred. "Of course not." His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned closer to us. "Unless you snuck out without your mother's permission, in which case I'll have to tell."
"No!" I protested, my honey-colored fur fluffing up in indignation.
He smiled kindly. "Good. What are your names?"
"What's your name?" I questioned.
"I asked first." He joked, the smile growing broader.
"Fine. I'm Honeykit, and this is my sister, Duskkit. Your turn."
"My name is Lunarstar, the leader of WindClan."
My breath caught in my throat. "You're the leader?"
"I am." Lunarstar nodded.
Duskkit turned to look at me. "Wow!" She murmured, voice at a volume only I could hear. "Can you believe this?"
"Sure. Doesn't everybody meet the leader eventually?" Trying to keep my excitement in-check, I bent down to lick my chest fur casually.
"Good point,"
"So who are your parents?" Lunarstar asked.
"Our mother's Stripedgaze." Duskkit told him.
"Ah, Stripedgaze…a fine warrior." Lunarstar's tone was fond.
Pride surged through me, hearing our leader speak so well of my mother. "Yep!"
"Do you know who your father is?"
"Ah…no." I admitted.
Lunarstar frowned. "Your mother hasn't told you?"
"No…" I meowed slowly, tilting my head to the side. "Someone asked her and she said she wasn't required to tell."
"She's right, they're not required to tell." Lunarstar murmured, whiskers twitching thoughtfully.
"Oh."
Why hadn't Stripedgaze told us who our father was?
