"Wow, Prettykit! I wish I could fight like that!" Fuzzykit said.
Prettykit stood tall over her brother, Beekit, who had challenged her to a playfight. Even though she was only a moon old, she was already as good at fighting as an apprentice that had been trained for two moons. "Thanks, Fuzzykit."
Fuzzykit blushed. He had a huge crush on Prettykit. He hoped he liked her.
Foxkit, however, hated Prettykit. Even though she had many, many redeeming qualities like, uh... She was pretty, he hated her guts.
"Let's play Clan," Beekit declared. "Since you're so awesome, Prettykit, you can be Prettystar."
"Okay," Prettykit agreed.
"No!" Foxkit argued. "I'm more awesome."
"No, you're not, Foxkit," Berrynose responded. "Prettykit's even more awesome than me, and that's pretty hard to beat."
Foxkit glared at his father.
"Foxkit, stop being rude to your father!" Poppyfrost snapped. "Get in the nursery!"
Prettykit, Beekit, and Fuzzykit went back to their game.
"I want to be deputy! It was my idea," Beekit declared.
"No, I do!" Fuzzykit growled.
Beekit lunged at Fuzzykit.
"Toms, toms," Prettykit meowed. "If I'm leader, I'll be so awesome that I will live forever. So I don't need a deputy.
Nobody argued with this.
While the others pranced around camp, Foxkit sat in the nursery, glowering because none of them even cared that he wanted to play.
Meanwhile, Bramblestar, Jayfeather, and Leafpool were all still asleep even though it was like what? Sunhigh? Anyway, Yellowfang was telling them the prophecy.
"WHAAAT?" Bramblestar meowed, confused. "Who could it be about?"
Leafpool stared blankly at Yellowfang, and Jayfeather was the only one who seemed to have the slightest idea of who it might be about.
Yellowfang rolled her eyes at the cats that she questioned about running the Clan and disappeared.