A timid breeze rustled through the dead leaves on the barren trees. The grass was frosty and snow was lathered everywhere. ThunderClan was asleep and so was the prey. All was quiet except for the whispering heard in the wind. A 5-moon-old she-kit named Lunakit, however, was not asleep. She snuck out of the nursery and went out into the open. She stopped and stared at the Silverpelt not caring about how cold this night was. Her cerulean eyes gazed at the moon and the stars, filling them with wonder. The she-kit decided to lay down and treasure this beautiful moment while it lasted. One more moon and I'll be an apprentice, she thought. Lunakit closed her eyes and hoped that she could stay a little longer. After a few moments of peace, the she-kit's ears pricked and heard pawsteps nearby. She sighed and stood up, looking at the direction of which the noise was coming from. A cat came over to her whilst shaking her head. It was Vinetail, her mother.
Before the Luna-kit could explain Vinetail hissed, "How many times do I have to tell you to not sneak out at night!? It's dangerous and cold!"
"I'm sorry mother, I wasn't tired and tonight was a beautiful night and I wanted to spend some time outside," the Lunakit mewed.
"Beautiful or not you have to stay with me. You need good sleep if you want to become a warrior, okay?"
She nodded. Vinetail licked the she-kit's shoulder and nudged her towards the nursery. The Lunakit took one final glance at the Silverpelt, admiring its beauty once more.