WCR: Sorry is so short I just wanted to get another chapter out I should still be posting one tomorrow/thursday!

Mousefur: *pfft* No excuse...

WCR: Hey! Why are you even here?

"Firekit – wait for me!" Twokit stumbled after the ginger kit, tripping over her own paws. Up ahead, Firekit was clawing his way up the Highrock, his fiery red paws scrabbling for a hold. With a great heave, Firekit boosted himself up onto the huge rock, and after a moment to regain his composure, puffed out his chest and strutted to the front. "I, Firestar, have an announcement. I am the most awesomest, the greatest, the – Woah!" Firekit's front paws slipped off of the edge of the Highrock, and his heart clenched with fear as he felt nothing but air beneath his paws. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted by the scruff as Tigerkit, with a grunt, pulled his brother up next to him.

"The greatest klutz the clan has ever seen!" Tigerkit finished with a purr, giving his brother a lick on the cheek. The green-eyed tabby was almost an exact replica of Tigerstar now – down to the very scar on his muzzle, which he had received from a thorn in his bedding. "Besides, you don't really want to be leader yet, do you? That would mean Bramblestar…" Tigerkit left the thought unfinished, for they both knew that their father would have to die before either of them could even become deputy. The current deputy was Dustpelt, who was picked for his experience.

Their thoughts were interrupted by a plaintive mewling from down below. "C'mon, guys! Quit leaving me out of everything!" Twokit stood bristling at the bottom of Highrock, glaring at her littermates. "Can you at least help me up?" Rolling his amber eyes, Firekit scrabbled down the stony ledge and went over to his sister. "Twokit, do you want to play Warriors? You can be the mouse, and Tigerkit and I can try to catch you! " As if on cue, Tigerkit nimbly leapt down to join his littermates.

The little tortoiseshell yawned sleepily. "No thanks, I was the mouse last time! Besides, I'm getting tired…" Firekit huffed in annoyance. "You're no fun…" he grumbled, but soon he felt himself beginning to yawn as well. "Maybe…maybe just a quick nap…" he murmured.

Squirrelflight padded out to meet here sleepy kits. "Come now, it's time for bed! Growing kits need their rest."

"But –!" Tigerkit protested, but was cut off with a warning glance. "All right…" he grumbled. The three kits padded into the nursery after their mother. "Ooh, feathers…" A sleepy Twokit murmured when she saw the fluffy feather lining their nest. Curling up beside the ginger queen, the sleepy kits fell into a slumber.

Ice, ice, cold as black ice. Claws, screeching dog teeth, slash, pain,

blood, red, red, red…Those eyes, those hate filled eyes…Ice, ice, cold as black ice…

Firekit awoke with a yowl, sweaty and panting. Oh, dear Starclan, it was just a dream, just a dream…With that, the tiny ginger kit lay back down and fell back into another restless sleep.

Ooh, what could that have been? First 5 correct guesses with get their cat featured in the next chapters!