Silverkit crept up on the mouse, barely touching the ground, about to pounce. She would catch the thing completely unawares; it was to busy examining a nut to realize that there could possibly be anything but it and the nut. Silverkit could almost touch the mouse with her whiskers now. She gathered up her haunches, lowered herself to the ground, bunched up her muscles and-
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" She yowled. One of the other kits had pounced on her while she was sleeping. The other kit, a small glossy black tom with bright blue eyes, named Ravenkit, hung his head in an over exaggerated expression of regret. "I'm ever so sorry, my leader, if there was anything I could do to stop you from biting my head off right now I'd be happy to oblige-" Silverkit bowled him over before he could finish. He was caught off guard and was easily pinned down. He gasped as the air was knocked out of him. Silverkit let him up quickly, sure not to hurt him too bad, and cuffed his ear playfully.
"You stupid furball! I was having quite a nice dream until you had to come and ruin it. I was stalking a mouse and I was about to catch it when you woke me up!"
"Well, I'm sure the mouse is pretty happy that I woke you up." This elicited a giggle from Silverkit, and she rolled her bright green eyes. "Hey, Silverkit, do you wanna go play?" Ravenkit questioned. Silverkit sighed. "I suppose so, but don't you think that we play a tad too much? I mean, Onestar could notice it and then name us something like Silverplay, or Ravenimmature, or-" Ravenkit cut her off with a cuff on the ear. "Honestly, Silverkit, you think of warrior names far too much! And besides, every kit plays. You'll probably be called Silvertail, or Silverstripe."
"But I don't WANT TO be called Silvertail or Silverstripe! Those are boring names, there are probably twenty cats in StarClan right now with those exact names! I want something special, or unique, or…. or….. something!" Silverkit exclaimed exasperatedly.
"Woah," Ravenkit told her, "if there are twenty cats in StarClan called Silvertail and Silverstripe, that means you just personally insulted twenty different cats at the same time! IT'S A NEW RECORD!" Silverkit stared at him coldly. Didn't he care what his name was going to be? She took these things very seriously! But, she would still miss him when she would become an apprentice tomorrow, he was still only five moons old, so he wouldn't be joining her for a moon. She sighed, and trotted into the camp from the nursery. It was a huge field, with cats strewn randomly everywhere. It was home to her. A rustling sound abruptly rocketed her out of her thoughts. Was it a mouse? She turned to look, but she could only see high grass, obscuring her view of the thing making the rustling noises. That's when it struck. The adder sprang out of its hiding place straight at Silverkit, its huge fangs dripping with deadly venom. It bit her, killing her almost instantly.